Mojave Ode; or, Of Cyborgs, Grit, and Cholla

From the floor of the dry lake, sunrise began with the flaring upthrust of Lonely Mountain…. Silhouetted ramparts in deep shadow rang brightly with the fireball impact of the sun. Etched by early morning dust, sunlight stabbed through crevices as huge glowing shafts across the vast desert floor…. clumps of of scattered tumbleweed hid their brambled . . . → Read More: Mojave Ode; or, Of Cyborgs, Grit, and Cholla

Big Skies and Dude Ranches; or Michael Sloan’s Wyoming Stories

OK, OK, not a revisionist western post as promised but a side journey–a delightful real-life Wild Western Web encounter with a friend who drew Wyoming big skies and dude ranches. He and his family discovered the West everyone wants to go to–the one with monumental white clouds in wide-open skies, the spectacularly jagged peaks of the . . . → Read More: Big Skies and Dude Ranches; or Michael Sloan’s Wyoming Stories

The Universe According to Annie Proulx; or, Fine Just the Way It Is

Don’t read Annie Proulx’s newest book. Don’t read it if you have a drop of sentimentality about the West, if you call cowboys heroes, or if you smile fondly at pictures of cacti and coyotes or eat funnel cake and ice cream as you buy souvenir T-shirts in quaint little western towns. Proulx’sĀ Fine Just the Way . . . → Read More: The Universe According to Annie Proulx; or, Fine Just the Way It Is