In the Country of No Country In the Country of No Country

In the country the buildings seem smooth as if their faces were lifted by benevolent surgeons— so laid-back, they rarely make a mistake.   And their doors—true the wood seems insecure when bothered by cathedral fantasies but they remain upright, with a steadfast reach like people who speak clearly in crisis.   To some the local is not alive—it is a process that has stopped, like a factory machine the day of the big shutdown.   But to others, who see past the horizon of the cliché industry returns to the valley an extravagant, steampunk renaissance fair.

Oct 23, 2012 / Books & the Arts / Jerome Sala