Why we’re leaving Boston for LA
Michael J. Epstein

Having moved to the “far suburbs” where there is no literary or artistic community I have longed to return to the city life. Boston and all the near suburbs have priced themselves out of existence for the many creatives that once inhabited Cambridge and Boston. Having been pushed first to Somerville then to the Lowells and Lawrences, and Lynns of Massachusetts we find ourselves looking much further afield. Southern California sounds good. Austin TX maybe. Even Providence or New Bedford. It’s a shame to see all that was once brilliant disappear. Gone are the ad agencies (now just sales offices of New York firms), gone are the publishers (now just an moribund imprint of major international media conglomerates), and gone are the artists that once made Newbury Street famous. It’s a shame that the money of the the new 1%, the nouveau riche talks so loudly, crassly, and without the slightest sense noblesse oblige. Just one more sign of the fall of this civilization. We are all “migrants” now.

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