In fact, Whitehead often personifies much of the landscape as “a disemboweled city, spilling its entrails” (168). He continually emphasizes its mortality by identifying “the massive central-air units that hunkered and coiled on the striving high-rises, glistening like extruded guts” (5) and “pools of blood [that] gathered at the seams in the concrete wall where the brackets held the segments together, a wrinkled skin developing at the edges where they dried...becoming giant scabs” (238). This particular commentary gives the impression that the city is irreversibly hurt by the plague and incapable of revival, given the amount of carnage that Whitehead describes in each building and street. While the latter quote hints at some signs of healing, the overall assumption from this imagery is that the wounds inflicted on the landscape still festers and will continue festering in spite of the efforts of the American Phoenix. Therefore it is futile to rescue the city from the plague at this extent of
In fact, Whitehead often personifies much of the landscape as “a disemboweled city, spilling its entrails” (168). He continually emphasizes its mortality by identifying “the massive central-air units that hunkered and coiled on the striving high-rises, glistening like extruded guts” (5) and “pools of blood [that] gathered at the seams in the concrete wall where the brackets held the segments together, a wrinkled skin developing at the edges where they dried...becoming giant scabs” (238). This particular commentary gives the impression that the city is irreversibly hurt by the plague and incapable of revival, given the amount of carnage that Whitehead describes in each building and street. While the latter quote hints at some signs of healing, the overall assumption from this imagery is that the wounds inflicted on the landscape still festers and will continue festering in spite of the efforts of the American Phoenix. Therefore it is futile to rescue the city from the plague at this extent of