She writes beautifully of loss: loss of friends, family, neighborliness, mutual understanding, and meaning in a world ripped apart by endless consumption, digital dependency, and greed. She writes about home and belonging, and her passages on dogs are heartbreakingly tender. Fans of her first book of essays will be thrilled as Hough once again proves her unique ability to see connections among seemingly disparate people and situations.
...he is an astute observer, commiserating with the forgotten and left-behind people of the Ozarks and the Appalachians, their psychic wounds salved with opioids, and with the fieldworkers of Washington, paid barely enough to live and hounded by ICE. Concludes Hough, 'I’m just one person who took a road trip with my dog. If I’ve got anything to say, it’s only this—I’m tired of blaming those with no power for all that’s gone wrong with our world.' A politically charged meander down highways and byways, and just right for our time.
