Finalmente lo vengo a reencontrar ahora, el se llama Dennis Wood y me encuentro que ya tiene un libro que se llama Everything Sings: Maps for a Narrative Atlas, En este libro Dennis, como muchos autores se cuestiona el poder de representación de los mapas como una buena narrativa y se pregunta sobre maneras de cambiar la representación del mismo.
El artículo que les copio es del periódico Atlantic escrito por Kristin Butler y habla precisamente del trabajo de Dennis, que lo disfruten.
Everything Sings: Making the Case for a New Cartography
The most intimate infographics of all may be maps, those images that tell of our complicated relationships to place, bounded by time. Or at least, this is just one of the interesting arguments made by the book Everything Sings: Maps for a Narrative Atlas, a beautiful exploration of a small North Carolina neighborhood that also provides a platform for much larger ideas.
We’ve long believed in the transformative power of maps, which was why we immediately fell in love with Everything Sings and its author, Dennis Wood. A kind of counter-culture cartographer, Wood has for decades sought ways to call the seeming objectivity of maps into question. In his fascinating introduction to the book, Wood wonders why map-making was an artistic discipline that somehow escaped modernism’s critical overhaul, its conventions barely changing in the centuries since it was first practiced.
“Admitting that atlases were narrative — that they were texts — would force the admission that the individual maps were texts too, that maps constituted a semiological system indistinguishable from other semiological systems, like those of paintings or novels or poems.”
His argument for a kind of “poetics of cartography” provides context to the maps that follow, a narrative about how life was in his Boylan Heights neighborhood in the early 1980s.
Everything Sings grew out of an episode of NPR’s This American Life in which host Ira Glass inadvertently came across Wood’s shelved project from a university course he’d previously taught to landscape architecture students. Glass contributes a fantastic foreword that pretty much sums up what makes the collection so special.
These maps are completely unnecessary. The world didn’t ask for them. They aid no navigation or civic-minded purpose. They’re just for pleasure. They laugh at the stupid Google map I consult five times a day on my phone. They laugh at what a square that map is. At its small-mindedness. They know it’s a sad, workaholic salaryman. — Ira Glass
Here are just a few of our favorite images from the atlas, with excerpts from Wood’s accompanying texts:
They were all over — bamboo, glass, shell, metal tubes. Depending on where you stood, the force of the wind, and the time of day, you could hear several chiming, turning the neighborhood into a carillon.
I rode through the neighborhood on my bicycle — it was 1982 — and took pictures of all the jack-o’-lanterns.
Lester’s Paper Route in Space & Time
Every afternoon Lester Mims got on his bike and delivered the Raleigh Times, setting up another rhythm for the neighborhood.
All over Boylan Heights, numerous calls to report disturbances reveal a general reluctance to knock on a neighbors’ doors and ask them to ‘turn it down.’ Boylan Heights is small and hardly crime ridden, but this is only a six month’s harvest of calls to 911.
Nervous squirrels, afraid of an attack on the ground, use the phone and television cables as highways wherever the tree canopy’s broken. Birds rest on the power lines.
Pools of Light
When, in the later 19th century, Americans began systematically to light their streets, it was seen as a wholesome influence to cleanliness, as a deterrent to throwing garbage into the streets under the cover of darkness, and as an inducement to leaving windows open at night for healthier sleep.
An explosion of rent, an exodus of money out of Boylan Heights. By the early 1980s, half of Boylan Heights was owned by absentee landlords who lived as far away as Fort Worth, Texas, and Duluth, Minnesota, and half of the neighborhood paid them rent.
Everything Sings may be an antagonist to the traditional practice of cartography, and yet it accomplishes exactly the end that all maps must, if they’re to be of any lasting use: forcing us to see our world, and its many wonders, anew each day.
This post also appears on Brain Pickings.