I went back a year or two ago to a place way off the beaten path in Northern New Mexico.
The road was totally unchanged, still not paved at all. But all the adobe houses had turned into either manufactured housing or trailers. The lack of modernity from what it was half a century and more ago is totally gone.
As a college kid, it was a refreshing summer, introducing me to a totally unknown way of life. To the people there, it is hard not to want something different, which they judged better. Still can remember leaving California in April, coming back in November, and in Sonoma County seeing whole new and very large housing tracks had been built in the meantime. It was disheartening, but understandable, people have to live somewhere.
I empathise with William Maxwell!
I went back a year or two ago to a place way off the beaten path in Northern New Mexico.
The road was totally unchanged, still not paved at all. But all the adobe houses had turned into either manufactured housing or trailers. The lack of modernity from what it was half a century and more ago is totally gone.
Ugh!
As a college kid, it was a refreshing summer, introducing me to a totally unknown way of life. To the people there, it is hard not to want something different, which they judged better. Still can remember leaving California in April, coming back in November, and in Sonoma County seeing whole new and very large housing tracks had been built in the meantime. It was disheartening, but understandable, people have to live somewhere.
I know that feeling of the top of one's hair popping off like a cork with intensity of feeling!
Love them all but especially Nabokov’s. Thank you!