
Book Blurb:
When
David Antrobus set out on a personal, reflective solo road trip from
the Pacific Coast of Canada to New York City, he picked a random date:
Tuesday, September 11, 2001. This coincidence, despite the horrors of
that day, proved oddly
serendipitous in the sense of the author's struggle for understanding of his own relatively small trauma, which he was then only beginning to face.
serendipitous in the sense of the author's struggle for understanding of his own relatively small trauma, which he was then only beginning to face.
Evocations
of the quiet melancholy of the landscape alongside poignant
descriptions of grain elevators, motels, convenience stores and gas
stations as he heads eastward across the Canadian Prairies are
complemented by the dawning reality of New York City's wounded presence
looming ever nearer. Upon arrival, the author is at first haunted by the
visceral horrors that remain just days after the attacks on the World
Trade Centre, yet finds unexpected comfort in the people of the city as
they relate their own personal trauma stories.
My Review:
David never goes into what his personal trauma entails in this book. It is really focused on the devastation he finds when he gets to New York City following the events of September 11, 2001 and the affecting and poignant way he has of describing what he sees. For some people, like me, who still find the devastation of that day very difficult to deal with, this sometimes evoked more emotion than I expected.
If you want to read a well written first-hand perspective of the visual aftermath of 9/11 this is an excellent book. A literary triumph. It's short length is not a detriment. My only criticism is the off-hand introduction of some very relevant emails that David sent to friends at the time. I feel they could have been incorporated a little more seamlessly.
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