Around the time of my second birthday, my mom and dad brought me to a kiddie shrink. My favorite activity was lining things up–Cheerios, Easter eggs, trolls dolls–so my parents assumed I had a harrowing case of Baby OCD. Obviously, they were first-time parents. The shrink said there was nothing wrong with me and I was sent home (for now).
Today one of my favorite artists, Julia Rothman of Park Slope, released a new book called Hello NY: An Illustrated Love Letter to the Five Boroughs (Chronicle Books, $18.95). Several Lower East Side touchstones are rendered in sprightly pen-and-ink, from the Tenement Museum to Economy Candy. So is the New York Troll Museum, my favorite place I’ve never been (for now).
On the sixth floor of the apartment building at 124 Orchard Street, Reverend Jen Miller tends to her temple of these toothless eight-toed creatures with distended plastic bellies, Kodachrome eyeballs and cotton candy hair. Visitors must have an appointment, and according to Rothman, the museum survived a perilous steam-pipe explosion four years ago. The assistant “trollologist” is a Chihuahua named Rev. Jen Junior.
Turns out that Rev. Jens, Rothman and I are not the only ones who remember trolls: DreamWorks Animation is releasing a troll movie in 2016, starring Chloë Grace Moretz and Jason Schwartzman.