(Yesterday I went to write this review and one of my cats sat on my hand, so I didn’t write anything. Today that cat is sleeping on the floor downstairs, so I have no excuse unless I spill my iced coffee on the keyboard or something.)
It took me more than one try to get into this book. More than two. Maybe even three or four. I order epubs on my kobo by size and then pick the largest file I haven’t read. Or, the smallest. I kept hitting Acid West as largest (it has some pictures), read a sentence or two, and then go pick the smallest epub I hadn’t read instead.
All that was a shame because when I sat myself down, not almost already asleep with a drifting mind, and said That’s it. I’m going to do this and started reading, I completely fell in Wheeler’s essays of New Mexico, of cows blanched by nuclear bombs, of space ports built by millionaires, of low hung houses and ranches, all of it. But the tales did require concentration. View them as an antidote to internet listicles and mindless candy crush games, a mental cleanser for an afternoon such as the ones I have here, a continent away from New Mexico, full of snow rather than sand.
Acid West by Joshua Wheeler went on sale April 17, 2018.
I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.