Not far from where I am writing this review the remains of the Polaroid factory in Waltham, MA, can be seen from the highway. It’s a sorry sight - just like seeing cheap batteries bearing the label “Polaroid” in discount stores. That factory building, the book informs the reader, is going to be converted into “an office and retail complex.”
Office and retail - nobody makes anything any longer, at least not here. Our increasingly irrational dreams are being sustained by money being sent back and forth between banks, and by mostly crappy goods made somewhere else, for cheap. The disappearance of film is also the tale of the disappearance of jobs, the disappearance of us being willing (and able!) to pay for something we can hold in our hands.