Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.


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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Friday, February 26, 2016

Trackside America

 Riding the Metro North train yesterday from Grand Central to New Haven, Conn. to do a book event on Carry Me launch day. Soft warm soupy day, mostly raining, sometimes heavy. Warm for February. In that light, the trackside world looks kinda dismal, certainly, as the train streaks through the Bronx, then Westchester and into dolorous Connecticut. I do love trains, however, and it was hard not to keep staring out the window the whole trip. It often seems an ancient America--a 1920s America--strung along the railroad tracks. America's rusty, dusty, junk-strewn backyard. But so much more interesting and secretive than the facetious sprawl seen from the interstate.
And hey, the New York Times ran my essay, "The Last Train Before the War" today. I wrote this entire post before making that connection, train--train. Honest I did.


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