I haven’t been on an 11-hour drive this month or even a 6-7 hour one. These trips had become so common for me there for awhile that I feel I experience time differently now– both without the timeless gaps of driving (that American highways sensibility that Nabokov, of all people, describes so well) and without looking forward to another one of these gaps.
Last year on various drives I listened to the following books:
- Ellison’s Invisible Man
- Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God
- Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury
- Joyce’s Ulysses (abridged)
- Nabokov’s Lolita
- Snow Flower and the Secret Fan
- Guns, Germs and Steel
- Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby
The next driving experience will be later this month, when Eric, Damian, Will and I travel up to the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair to see all our friends.