The sidewalks of Bennet, West Virginia are invisible under a layer of carpeting. Much of it is the coarse, durable stuff one finds in the hallways of corporate offices but I note that manholes sport the sort of outrageous shag reserved for toilet seat covers. An attempt at irony? Given the state of Bennet, it’s hard to know what is a conscious choice and what is a symptom of the disease.
I stop for a while to help a man tear the carpet from his driveway. We haul it into the backyard and toss it into a fire burning there. Smoke, greasy and black, rises from the pile and seems to hasten nightfall.
“It’s a real pain,” he tells me, “The new stuff’s all fire retardant.”
‘39th Street in Bennet, West Virginia is theorized to be the origin of ‘The Great American Living Room.’ Formerly a neighborhood devoted to off-site college housing, a particularly friendly cohort of students extended their couch-on-the-porch lifestyle into a cozy, cross-street ecosystem of pillows, floor lamps, and shelves of donated books one spring, hosting LAN parties in yards and projecting sitcom re-runs on an off-white garage door. Much of the set-up eventually drew back within property lines but, by then, the damage had been done. Just as cigarette smoke and violence tend to linger in a place, the archetypal living room imprinted on the street and became the catalyst for the current nation-wide epidemic.
Swollen, ragged couches are estimated to exist on the streets of at least 17% of American neighborhoods; that number jumps to 25% if porch couches are included. Lamps and coffee tables are rarer, though not at all uncommon. The CDC has requested that rental leases include clauses regarding the removal of outdoor furniture but this has only slowed the spread of ‘The Great American Living Room,’ its epicenter theorized to be the small, southern town.
Bennet, meanwhile, has transformed beyond saving and a strict furniture quarantine has been implemented there while experts study the area. To tour Bennet is no different than patronizing the tasteless ‘freakshows’ of yore- it amounts to gawking at disease.’
Shitholes says a good deal about the physical changes of Bennet but skims over the psychological impact of the place. The man who burns the carpet in his backyard does so with a vengeful sort of glee. When he speaks, he speaks as though ‘The Great American Living Room’ spreads with intelligent purpose. He believes it’s alive. He warns against buying lawn chairs, says he won’t even keep houseplants or pets.
“We don’t know what set it off,” he says, “But now we gotta keep the outside out and the inside in.”
Several blocks down, I find the families that are more commonly represented in articles and documentaries about Bennet- those that choose to live in ‘The Great American Living Room.’ All of the houses past a certain point have thrown their doors open or removed them entirely. Window frames are empty and furniture spills from the porch. Entertainment systems trail cords into the yard, lending an umbilical eeriness to the people with their feet up on sofa, faces glowing with starlight and the evening news.
When I try to speak to them they chase me away, screaming as though I were an intruder in their home which hurts, a little, because it’s the first time in three and a half years that I’ve been in anything like a living room. The man from before sees my downtrodden retreat and offers me a night on his sofa, a kindness that immediately brings tears to my eyes. We’re careful to leave our shoes on the porch.
“Just in case,” he says.
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