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Michael Ventura's owned only one car his entire life: a green '69
Chevy Malibu. Its wheels have crisscrossed the American landscape
over more miles than a round trip to the moon. From Times Square to
Terlingua, from Maine to Los Angeles, from Austin to Deadwood,
Ventura has chronicled the continent in "a kind of switchback
journey in image and thought." His essays convey a tactile and
intimate relationship with land and people-and of course the car.
Ventura's distinctive voice and vision are familiar to readers of
the Austin Chronicle (where many of these pieces first appeared),
as well the Austin Sun, Psychotherapy Networker, and LA Weekly. In
this collection, its title borrowed from a Butch Hancock song, the
essays switch lanes with Hancock's evocative black-and-white
photographs. Slowing down to take notice of a makeshift shrine in
the Texas Panhandle or zipping along the New York Thruway before
dawn, Ventura captures the details that make us think profoundly
about work, music, poverty, beauty, our home on the planet and in
the universe. About volcanoes and the Very Large Array. About
friends and companions. About gods and goddesses and God. With
Lubbock, Texas, and the Southwest as the book's home base, If I Was
a Highway roams widely and freely as Ventura takes readers on an
unforgettable journey not only into the country but into the soul.
Michael Ventura's owned only one car his entire life: a green '69
Chevy Malibu. Its wheels have crisscrossed the American landscape
over more miles than a round trip to the moon.From Times Square to
Terlingua, from Maine to Los Angeles, from Austin to Deadwood,
Ventura has chronicled the continent in "a kind of switchback
journey in image and thought." His essays convey a tactile and
intimate relationship with land and people--and of course the
car.Ventura's distinctive voice and vision are familiar to readers
of the Austin Chronicle (where many of these pieces first
appeared), as well the Austin Sun, Psychotherapy Networker, and LA
Weekly. In this collection, its title borrowed from a Butch Hancock
song, the essays switch lanes with Hancock's evocative
black-and-white photographs. Slowing down to take notice of a
makeshift shrine in the Texas Panhandle or zipping along the New
York Thruway before dawn, Ventura captures the details that make us
think profoundly about work, music, poverty, beauty, our home on
the planet and in the universe. About volcanoes and the Very Large
Array. About friends and companions. About gods and goddesses and
God.With Lubbock, Texas, and the Southwest as the book's home base,
If I Was a Highway roams widely and freely as Ventura takes readers
on an unforgettable journey not only into the country but into the
soul.
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