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Cracking the Paris Carrières: Corporal Terror and Illicit Encounter Under the City of Light

Cracking the Paris Carrières: Corporal Terror and Illicit Encounter Under the City of Light

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Cracking the Paris Carrières: Corporal Terror and Illicit Encounter Under the City of Light by Bradley L. Garrett, ACME: An International E-Journal for Critical Geographies, Volume 10, Issue 2, 2011.
Cracking the Paris Carrières: Corporal Terror and Illicit Encounter Under the City of Light by Bradley L. Garrett, ACME: An International E-Journal for Critical Geographies, Volume 10, Issue 2, 2011.

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Cracking the Paris Carrières:Corporal Terror and Illicit EncounterUnder the City of Light
Bradley L. Garrett
Department of GeographyRoyal Holloway, University of LondonEgham, Surrey, TW20 OEX, United Kingdomdigicado@gmail.com
‘What heresy! To show such zeal over these rotten scraps
 - Jean Paul Sartre, 1952
I began my fieldwork earlier than expected due to the spontaneity necessaryto conduct ethnographic research. I was invited by groups of urban explorers toundertake unique adventures into some of the most outrageous, beautiful andgenerally unseen places in the United Kingdom and Continental Europe. I havespent the past two years in massive storm drains and tendrilling sewer networks, ontop of cranes and construction scaffolding, in derelict mental asylums and decayingSoviet military bases. My research has passed through 200 sites in seven countrieswith over 80 different people from a wide range of backgrounds, all sharing adesire for eccentric escapades. As a result, I have collected over 12,000photographs of peeling wallpaper, spider-webbed glass panes, mouldering, broken
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This quote, as well as the others cited in this story, can be found in a reprinted edition of Jean-Paul Sartre’sessay ‘A Fine Display of Capuchins’ in the August 2009 issue of Harpers Magazine, pp. 22-25.
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doorframes, silkily lit corridors, softly glistening sewer brick, glowing urbanskylines and dark infrastructural tunnel networks. My 10 terabytes of hard drive
Figure 1: Zeal, photo by Author
space sitting next to my computer also contains over 50 hours of video footage of whispered conversations, soft steps on rusty metal footbridges and dimly lit grainy
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images of people ‘light painting’ dark rooms with multi-coloured camera flashesand trusty Tesco torches.I now live in self-imposed exile, trying to write up these misadventures, anddespair has begun to set in as I pore over photos from our various geographicescapades. Is this what people call post-fieldwork depression? What do I miss more – the adrenaline rush of exploration or the friends I have made along the way? As Iflip through digital folders, I see that so many of our adventures are rather flatlycaptured in this digital image collection. The photos sit, colourfully latent and limp,challenging my goal to ‘interpret’ them. Is it possible to relay the affectual qualitiesof the experiences these images represent through text? Only time will tell.Of all these emotionally charged memories, one archive really haunts me. Iam almost afraid to open it. This folder contains 300 photographs from three daysin the Paris Catacombs, my first international expedition, the first time I sleptunderground, the first time I walked on the bones of the dead (See Figure 1). To beclear, these were not photos of the tourist catacombs that interested publics canvisit. These are the ‘other’ catacombs, the cavernous quarries populated by
and subterranean landscape artists.
are the odd breed of urban explorer who spend much of their timeillegally roaming (and building) the ancient quarry network that we call ‘thecatacombs’ or ‘the ktas’ as shorthand. Technically, these quarries are called
de Paris
and there is a special unit of the French Police, appropriatelycalled
, whose primary interest is to stop people from going there.Motivated by the necessity of confronting these memories for my write-up, Ifinally open the folder and begin reminiscing on the fantastic expansion of mygeographical conceptions that took place in those old tombs; thinking back to thisearly research when it dawned on me (despite my background in archaeology) thatthe verticality of living cities extends downward as well as upward. Now, as I walkcity streets all over the world, I imagine decaying snaking corridors of sewers,utility tunnels and forgotten places beneath my feet, long stretches of alternativerealities that constellate the underground and populate the imaginations of thosewho dare to venture past normative city space. Clearly, my spatial consciousnesswas eternally expanded on this mission that almost ended in a jail cell. It began likethis.The day before I left for France, I laid out my equipment on the floor of myLondon flat. Backpack, swimming trunks, 3 torches (one a headlight with infraredcapability), caving helmet, hip-high fishing waders, sleeping bag, video camera,still camera, tripod, passport, flip-flops.
, I said to myself with hands on hips,surveying the gear that would take me 100 feet underneath Paris,
now I’m ready
.The next night I was on a coach from London’s Victoria Station at 7 p.m.with Hydra, one of my London project participants, on an epic 8-hour overnighthaul which involved attempting to sleep sitting up, being shuffled off of the coach

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