Least heat moon blue highways5/23/2023 ![]() ![]() But barely have you begun to mull when the momentum of the trip takes you straight into vivid life, in this case the knickknack shops of the gentrifying waterfront: "The summer season was coming on, and already middle matrons in nonskid-soled shoes and wraparound skirts were leading middle-level husbands into shops rigged out in macramé and down counters of perfumed candles…. Time is not the traveler's fourth dimension-change is." That's a thought you want to ponder (and indeed Heat-Moon does just that it's the underlying theme of this book, I'd argue). ![]() The first: "On the road, where change is continuous and visible, time is not rather it is something the rider only infers. Here, for instance, are two passages from Heat-Moon's journey through Kennebunkport, Maine, late in the book. And to see that ability to look in and look out deployed a few paragraphs apart-well, it's unfair. B LUE H IGHWAYS is a book that makes writers want to weep, for its seeming ease hides both a depth of craft and a level of insight that very few essayists (or novelists or poets) have ever managed. ![]()
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