We're late in noticing that the inestimable D.J. Waldie has launch a blog, Where We Are, over at KCET. Run, don't walk. (Thanks, Andie.)
I last drove a car in late September 1966. I’m transit dependent. Because of that, I’m not (to myself, at least) an authentic southern Californian. And my status as a permanent guest in your country of wheels, allows me, the foreigner, to be dispassionate ab out you who are drivers, about the insults you take and give to one another, about the imperfect infrastructure that sustains your forward motion (always at risk), and the pleasures, also, of your momentum, your command and your wheels’ response. I wonder if you know how impressive you are in those maneuvers. Heroic in a way, in that moment. Every one of you a Gatsby, and I’m along for the ride.
A copy of my 2005 review of Waldie's essay collection, Where We Are Now: Notes from Los Angeles, can be found here.