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LOVE, LOSS, AND LONGING IN THE AGE OF REAGAN: DIARY OF A MAD CLUB GIRL
by Iris Dorbian
Iris Dorbian is a former actress turned business journalist/blogger. Her articles have appeared in a wide number of outlets that include the Wall Street Journal, Reuters, Venture Capital Journal, DMNews, Playbill, Backstage, Theatermania, Live Design, Media Industry Newsletter and PR News.
From 1999 to 2007, Iris was the editor-in-chief of Stage Directions. She is the author of Great Producers: Visionaries of the American Theater, which was published by Allworth Press in August 2008. Her personal essays have been published in Blue Lyra Review, B O D Y, Embodied Effigies, Jewish Literary Journal, Skirt! Diverse Voices Quarterly and Gothesque Magazine.
Iris Dorbian will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
It’s the early 1980s, MTV is in its infancy, the Internet does not exist, Ronald Reagan is president and yuppies are ruling Wall Street. Edie is a naïve NYU student desperate to lose her virginity and to experience adventure that will finally make her worldly, setting her further apart from her bland suburban roots. But in her quest to mold herself into an ideal of urban sophistication, the New Jersey-born co-ed gets more than she bargained for, triggering a chain of events that will have lasting repercussions.
Although the music underwhelmed me, what was unfolding outside, the cascading sensory overload, transfixed my 15-year-old self. The streets of Greenwich Village were ablaze with an inferno of activity and electricity. Everywhere you turned was a kaleidoscope of memorable images: daredevil roller-bladers zigzagging through the labyrinthine corners and alleys; musicians plying their wares; artists selling their crudely daubed but oddly alluring paintings; young people converging in excited knots of conversation, craning their necks to find the next stimulus; and bohemians displaying their home-made jewelry and crafts on tables to rubbernecking tourists.
The pulse of the area was so vibrantly alive it sent the blood rushing through my adolescent veins. I needed to be here. I needed to experience the rest of my youth here. Forget Fair Lawn. Forget the insular, homogenous comfort of Bergen County. Forget the malls. I have to be here. I MUST get here.
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