I could never work in real estate. Beyond my complete lack of salesmanship, I focus too much on the past. I would find it hard to present some condo, McMansion, or pied-à-terre as an opportunity rather than as a site of disappointment or decay. “Just so you know, this is the room the last tenant died in,” I would tell my clients. Over their uneasy laughter, I’d invite them to consider our graceless coexistence with the dead, whom we routinely ignore, evict, unchurch, or otherwise trample on. We would all part ways feeling a bit cheated.
In SPECTROPOLIS: THE ENCHANTMENT OF CAPITAL IN SINGAPORE (University of Minnesota Press, $27), Joshua Comaroff, a designer and professor, finds himself at the fraught junction of the haunted and the high-rise. For twenty years, Comaroff…