Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.


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Brooklin, Maine, United States
We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Stephen Shore & Seventies Green

  Ginger Shore, West Palm Beach, Florida, 14 November 1977.                                         Stephen Shore photograph.

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Cambridge Land Rover

It always heartens me to see this nimble machine on the streets of automotively tedious Cambridge, Massachusetts, which are otherwise lined with silver Priae, etc.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Live Free or/and Die

from the poet David Rivard, on the road (I-95) to New Hampshire.
I often feel as though I’ve entered
a standoff between what
happens around me & what’s
going on inside—& this life
that goes on & on inside my head
goes on & on & on it seems
almost without me, as
it has since childhood . . .

—from “Standoff”

'73 Dodge Power Wagon

You have seen this truck before. I like it a lot. The morning I shot these, Cambridge was skimmed with black ice. Thirty-car pile-ups all over Boston. HBB and I slid our way to school on foot, then I continued slipping and sliding down to Harvard Square, pushing my bike, which was impossible to ride. By afternoon it was almost 60 degrees, and they are calling for 12 inches of snow tomorrow. Tht means a snow day, sigh.
The truck has a clean, plainjane ruggedness I admire. 4wd, like any Power Wagon. Not sure the year but I'm putting down '73, which is probably close.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017