I am back visiting my parents in Woodcliff Lake, NJ. They have lived in their home since 1979, in a cul-de-sac that once ended in a 20 acre forest and azalea farm.
Four years ago, developers bought up the land. In marched the bulldozers. The company erected these monstrosities with ornate doors, cheap siding, and stone or brick facades. They have two story high vinyl windows, and great rooms. As I predicted in 2003, the residents speed along in their SUV’s and their children rarely seem to venture outside.
The builders made no attempt to blend these McMansions into the hills or woods, and they absolutely are discordant and ugly next to our older street. They even war with each other.
NJ, like California, has its own unique ugliness that is built upon the eroding sands of American civilization. These homes are dependent on cheap gas, fear of crime, living in a virtual computerland with plasma screen TV’s and $49 Home Depot chandeliers. They are utterly uninterested in their surroundings and could have been dropped into this site by flying saucers.




