The CPD had combed through the suite and confiscated anything that could be evidence of some kind of wrongdoing or could hint at a reason why Molly would willfully disappear, but they had done so neatly and without haste, according to both the officers’ written reports of the investigation and my interviews with the same officers after the fact. They had taken Molly’s laptop, her cameras, and several articles of clothing, but they hadn’t been concerned with finding “clues” among Molly’s shoes and clothes because Molly’s hotel suite wasn’t officially a “crime scene.” In fact, at the time, the CPD believed that Molly had probably vanished willingly, either as part of a publicity stunt like Taer had suggested or as a way to escape the pressures of public life.§
Nix started sorting through the clothes, folding and packing them neatly. Taer couldn’t fold the shirts well, and Nix quickly became frustrated with her messiness. She sent Taer away from the neat piles, tasking her with collecting all the far-flung items. Taer began gleefully exploring the hotel room mess. She sidestepped a pile of lingerie and peeked into a closet, looking for Molly’s stage costumes. She didn’t find them; they had been stored at the venue and shipped back to SDFC’s offices in New York. The costumes Molly officially owned would eventually be turned over to her family, who in turn donated them to the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum in New York City, where they were featured in a special exhibit which debuted at the 2012 Met Ball. Her best outfits and accessories — her LED glasses from the “Light Brite” video, the black leotard with metallic sleeves she wore in the “New Vogue Riche” music video, all of her insane Johan Van Duncan Haute Couture shoes — are now enshrined and on display.
With permission from Nix, Taer took off her shirt and put on one of Molly’s. he shirt fit poorly, so she tried on another. Nix joined in. They tried on tight black jeans, Marc Jacobs black blazers, vintage leather ankle boots, Jeffery Campbell wedges, studded black leather vests and coats, T-shirts by Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen’s clothing line The Row, tights with holes up the back of the thigh, Chanel pantsuits and see-through shirts made of vintage lace. They took pictures with Nix’s phone. Nothing fit; Nix’s hips were too wide, her feet were too big, and her torso was too long. Taer’s breasts were too large to fit into Molly’s shirts and the pants were too small. When they finished trying something on, they folded it and packed it into one of their cardboard boxes, which Nix would eventually ship to Molly’s family.
They packed for hours, drawing out the process by ordering a boozy lunch from room service. Eventually, and only half seriously, Taer started looking for hiding places. She searched for secret drawers in the desk and checked to make sure the mattress, sofa cushions, and pillows were plush, not re-stuffed with “money, drugs, or other secret things.” Then she went around the room, moving each painting to see whether a safe was hidden behind one of them. Some of the art on the wall belonged to the hotel; some of it belonged to Molly and traveled with her to each stop on her tour. Molly had a map of the original Chicago L system, a screen print of an island, and a screen print of a map of changes to the Chicago L system that had been proposed by city planner Daniel Savoy in 1962, but rejected by the Chicago Public Transport Subcommittee.ǁ
Taer didn’t find anything until she reached the screen print above Molly’s bed: the island, printed in a shocking pink ink, with several dozen tiny drawings of ships surrounding the coastline. The screen print was signed by “Antoine Monson.” Unlike the maps of the L, obvious depictions of Taer’s own city, which seemed normal to her only because she didn’t think about them hard enough, the screen print of the island seemed unusual. Taer asked Nix about it, but Nix only knew Molly liked it, not why she did. She suspected Molly was drawn to the shipwrecks, represented by those tiny ships dotting the shoreline. Shipwrecks meant error, disaster, and horror; those were the kind of monstrosities that captivated Molly. She clung to frightening things. Nix knew that, but she didn’t know anything about the screen print; she didn’t even know the island’s name.
Molly Metropolis’s family graciously allowed me to borrow the screen print during the writing of this book, to facilitate my research. (It also served as a kind of motivational poster for me — like the kitten hanging from the tree with the caption “Hang in there!”—when completing this project seemed like an impossibly daunting task.) Because of the Young family’s generosity, I was able to research the island in Molly’s hot pink map.
The island on the screen print is called Sable from the French île de Sable, or “Sand Island,” though the island’s foundation, while sand-covered, is actually made of solid rock and below that, reef. The island is a narrow sliver of land, 27 miles long but never more than 1.2 miles wide, located in the Atlantic Ocean 109 miles off the southeast coast of Nova Scotia. Discovered by Portuguese explorer Joao Alvares Fagundes, the island was originally named Fagunda.
After thoroughly traversing the waters adjacent to what would become Nova Scotia, Fagundes returned to Portugal and published a map of the coastal area, including the island he called Fagunda. He also published a detailed land map of Fagunda itself. Nearly fifty years later, after Fagundes’s death, an inconsequential trading ship that happened to be carrying a somewhat well regarded cartographer, Lázaro Teixeira, reported that Fagunda wasn’t where Fagundes’s map claimed it should be. Teixeira drew up a new map of the area that excluded Fagunda and spread the story that Fagundes created a false island in order to give something his own name. Several other cartographers and shipmen on the trading vessel corroborated Teixeira’s story.
It was a testament to Fagundes’s lasting popularity in Portugal and Spain that the royal families and academics of each country assumed that Fagundes hadn’t lied but instead that his island had been “lost,” washed away by a storm or sunk into the sea. They called it a “phantom” island and attributed it with ghost-like qualities, such as the ability to appear and disappear. More than one shipman, dying from wounds or delirious from illness, claimed to see “Fagunda, the Island of Dead Seaman” beckoning him from beyond the grave.
A century later, Fagunda is still the poster child for cartographic misconceptions of the early exploratory age. However, Fagundes’s island wasn’t a cartographic misconception; the island actually existed — it was just so narrow, and the cartographic equipment of the time so crude, that it was difficult to find. The island’s extreme thinness makes it difficult for even military-grade radar detection devices to pick it up.
At some point in the late nineteenth century, another sailor found the island, took some measurements of it, and reasserted its validity, but no one publically documented it until the Nova Scotian government commissioned a map of the coastline in 1902, and renamed Fagunda as Sable Island.
Currently, the island officially sits within the Halifax Regional Municipality in Nova Scotia, but as part the 1972 Canada Shipping Agreement between Canada and Nova Scotia, the Canadian Coast Guard is responsible for the island’s safety and security. No one can visit without written permission of Canadian Coast Guard College (CCGC). Approximately five people permanently inhabit the island; they all live and work at the Sable Island Station, an environmental research complex owned by the University of Toronto. The island’s true inhabitants are the wildlife, most prominently several thousand snub-nosed blue seals and over 300 feral horses.