We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Philipp Meyer grew up in a working class neighborhood in Baltimore, where he dropped out of high school and got a GED. After five years working as a bike mechanic and an orderly in a trauma center, he decided to attend college, getting into Cornell University at the age of 22. He graduated with a degree in English and he got a job on Wall Street as a derivatives trader. After paying off his student loans, he left Wall Street hoping write full time, but after several years of failure moved back to Baltimore and took jobs as an EMT and construction worker. In 2005 he received a fellowship from the University of Texas’s Michener Center for Writers. In 2009 he published his first novel American Rust, which won a Los Angeles Times Book Prize, was an Economist Book of the Year, a New York Times Notable Book, a Washington Post Book of the Year, and made numerous other “best-of” list. Meyer is a Guggenheim Fellow and one of the second generation of the New Yorker’s 20 best writers under 40. His second novel, The Son, is being published in fifteen languages. He lives mostly in Austin, Texas.
As our dear, dear Leader said, and this is so true it couldn't be any truer, "if he's a writer -- he didn't write that. Somebody else made that happen."
The Reflexive Liberal
Thanks for recommending this book, which I have ordered after reading a few more reviews. My gg grandfather and his brother started surveying north Texas in the early 1830s and, subsequently, served as Texas Rangers. After celebrating Texas' freedom in 1836, they moved their families onto land awarded for their efforts and, for many years the dog-leg he built served as both the social center and church for the small community.
Indian skemishes, droughts followed by flooding, farming turning to raising cattle, the discovery of oil changing the landscape and social structure of small communities -- all part of the family lore. This should be an interesting read. Thanks again.