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The quality of the output, as in all areas of fiction, is highly variable. The first is that the attack on the World Trade Centre was such a huge and overpowering event that it often overshadows and dominates the fictional elements of a novel: literary novelists normally shy away from choosing such a big and unbelievable event as the backdrop to a story. Mr McInerney's book is the poorer, I think, because his characters seem so paper-thin beside the burning towers and anguished souls the television footage depicted. For this reason non-fiction has often been the better medium to convey the most moving and poignant record of the day.
The second is that all fiction of every genre hinges around some kind of crisis, internal or external, that a book has to see its way through. This can take many forms. But on Sunday night, lying awake, the nightmare replayed again and again. Bergeron, the former Port Authority official, said she took almost no time off after the attacks.
Compounding the pain — and the pressure to continue — was the loss of her boss, the executive director of the Port Authority, Neil D. Levin , who was killed in the attacks. As the years passed, Ms. Bergeron remained largely out of the public spotlight until , when she was quoted in articles about the last aboveground remnant of the World Trade Center, a part of the staircase that she had taken to safety. Bergeron said she left the Port Authority in for a state-funded job in Florida, in part to be closer to her aging mother, who lived in Georgia and had developed lung cancer.
Over the next few years, her mother died, her job was eliminated in a round of budget cuts and her savings ran out. She lost her condominium in West Palm Beach, Fla. In , she was arrested and charged with driving under the influence in Parkland, Fla. She later moved to Georgia to live with her father, and there she found a job making sandwiches in a fast-food restaurant. The arrest last year came late at night after a long day at the restaurant. She said she stopped at a tavern and had a couple of glasses of wine, then drove to a Mexican restaurant where she had dinner — and more wine.
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When she and her father went to retrieve her car, she was surprised to see that the front end was damaged. The police told her father that after she left the Mexican restaurant, she hit the back of another car that was stopped at a red light. She was offered a choice of jail or a program called accountability court, which offers intensive counseling, treatment and monitoring.
Carol Simpson, the assistant director, said that those who enter the program must agree to spend at least 24 months in it. Bergeron has just completed her 18th month. Bergeron said she could find no World Trade Center survivor groups, either in New York or in Florida when she was living there. After seeing the smoke and emergency vehicles heading in that direction we changed our minds and just wandered uptown.
We went shopping and my friend bought some shoes, but as we walked further on you could see the entrance to the Empire State Building had been taped off limits and then we heard the crazy news that the Trade Centres had started to collapse. We made our way down to the foyer and this guy had come in off the street; he was white and shaking. Taxis had pulled over onto the curbs with their radios turned up and their doors open. Crowds were gathering around trying to get up-to-date news about what the hell was happening. It started getting freaky when we heard words from the radio commentators such as the Pentagon, White House and World Trade Centres have been attacked by Palestinian terrorists.
We were literally looking up to the sky to see where the next planes were coming from. We returned to the hotel desperate to get some information but couldn't get a picture on the TV as the antennae on the top of the Trade Centre had supplied reception for all of downtown NYC. We really wanted to ring home but were advised not to use phones as they were jammed with emergency calls.
We had no idea where to go or what to do, so we left the hotel and walked uptown again and at some point spoke to a city gardener in a small street park.
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He told us to "stay away from the tall buildings". We were in one of the biggest cities in the world, which was full of huge bloody buildings. Thanks mate! We had a fleeting thought we could head to Central Park but then changed our minds - not a good idea given all the coppers being downtown. Finally figured best option was the Australian consulate, opposite the Chrysler Building, 34th floor We were the first people to arrive off the street so we registered our names and shared a room with some Aussie politician from Queensland and the consulate staff.
Just sitting, chatting, having cups of tea and listening to each other's stories, watching the news. After we left the consulate I thought, don't care what time it is, I'm going to ring home because I had never felt so far away and freaked out. It was 3am in Australia when I rang home feeling teary. My sisters had been out nightclubbing and once home had turned on the TV. After seeing what was happening in New York they had decided to wake my parents, who sat glued to the news until I called. I stupidly apologised for waking them up and they told me it was the best phone call they had ever received.
Anyway, to cut a long story short after contacting family we headed off to a pub in Greenwich Village named the Blind Tiger and proceeded to drink with some locals. The people of New York were pretty amazing and really kind to us. We did cut our stay short and left on an Amtrax train from Penn Station the next day heading towards Canada.
It felt wrong being a tourist in a city of mourning. In I did return to New York City on a brief stopover and it was a beautiful sight seeing all those yellow taxis lining 5th Avenue. Everything back to normal, nothing like the chaos of my first visit. I will never forget the amount of state troopers, fire engines and ambulances streaming downtown that day - it was very sad and completely surreal. The hours and days following were silent and the smell horrendous. We were alone in Chinatown shut up in a one-bedroom flat with no views. The kids painted, we thought.
My wife Suzie and I were lying in our double swag in our flat in Chinatown, about to get up and get the kids ready for school at PSI It was Sophie aged 5 and Felix's aged 4 first day at school.
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It was then when we heard a plane fly over our four-storey brownstone walk up. We hesitated and waited for the sound of sirens. We didn't hear anything so we got up and Suzie took our washing to the laundrette while I started to get Sophie and Felix ready for school. Within a short time, Suzie returned and said that one of the buildings of the World Trade Centre was on fire. We all went outside and saw it was ablaze. Lots of people, mostly Chinese-American, looking up. Unbelievable, we thought it must have been the plane we heard and told the kids 'no school today'.
Far more exciting to see the fire so we walked around the corner to the Federal Court Building for closer view. Suzie took off and went close in with her camera, whilst I stayed with the kids.
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Soon after I was talking to a man who had just come down from his office on the 76th Floor of Tower Two, which by now was hit by the second plane. We were in shock by now as we soon began to realise this was no accident.
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We watched, transfixed, looking up, people screaming about people jumping. As the first tower collapsed, the ground moved like an earthquake, a dust cloud spewed out towards us and my kids began squeezing my hand, screaming at me, 'why did you bring us here, I want to go back home to Humpty Doo'. Panic, people running everywhere, we got caught up and ran back to our flat, all the time hoping Suzie was okay. We waited, it seemed for hours, and finally Suzie got back, shaken but with photos of the collapse.
We were told by the landlord to shut all windows, use no water and stay inside. We did for two days - no phones, no contact. We were in the lockdown zone for two weeks.