
Dolly Parton’s Artistry Transcends Her Legend
By WILL FRIEDWALD
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Far from the recently renovated Saint George Terminal, where the Staten Island ferry pulls in from Manhattan, lies the Fresh Kills Landfill, a region of almost mythic standing in the imagination of most New Yorkers. This is the last resting place of all the bottles and fish heads, all the mangled lamps and busted stereos and rotting fruits that, by the millions of tons, our citizens discarded over half a century, from 1948 until Fresh Kills closed in 2001. Here is the accumulated id-like substratum of the great Metropolis, the part that we rarely acknowledge and almost never see firsthand.

By WILL FRIEDWALD
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By MATTHEW RICE
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By JENNIFER DOHERTY
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By SALENA ZITO
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By ALEX ZDAN
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By BRADLEY CORTRIGHT
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By HARRY TANNER
|Far from the recently renovated Saint George Terminal, where the Staten Island ferry pulls in from Manhattan, lies the Fresh Kills Landfill, a region of almost mythic standing in the imagination of most New Yorkers. This is the last resting place of all the bottles and fish heads, all the mangled lamps and busted stereos and rotting fruits that, by the millions of tons, our citizens discarded over half a century, from 1948 until Fresh Kills closed in 2001. Here is the accumulated id-like substratum of the great Metropolis, the part that we rarely acknowledge and almost never see firsthand.
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