![]() ![]() ![]() He is shaken down in the middle of the night by cops who, he’s warned, didn’t like him talking with Black residents at all. He has a totally chilling experience there: this question is not welcome among the whites of the town he encounters, although the Black citizens have a little more to say. Unavoidably, in the deep South, Heat-Moon finds racial tensions, which he follows to Selma to ask what’s changed since King’s march. But clearly its meaning applies to the mad trip of life: the joy and pathos and point is not in knowing but in discovering. The above quotation refers to a literal labyrinth, a maze the narrator walks that is too obvious. ![]() Today I continue my review of Blue Highways begun on Wednesday. And worse: knowing the way made traveling it perfectly meaningless. Without the errors, wrong turns, and blind alleys, without the doubling back and misdirection and fumbling and chance discoveries, there was not one bit of joy in walking the labyrinth. ![]()
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