Kate Bowler at Literary Hub:
It’s beautiful in North Carolina in March, which means that Zach has set out to use his metal detector in the woods near our house. He is certain that we are about to embark on a new journey as a family: owning our own junkyard.
I tried to explain that a family who owns a junkyard near the woods is actually the premise of a recent bestselling memoir in which the heroine needs to be rescued from her family and taught to read. But to no avail. Yesterday he found a 1936 Chevrolet hubcap and I am done for.
I canvass friends for opinions on whether garbage will add to my quality of life or whether I will simply, you know, incur the wrath of my new neighbors. My friends, being my friends, invariably champion the necessity of objects piling up in my yard. My friend Alex tells me about his friend, a French artist in Russia, whose preferred canvas for paintings is old doors and bits of fencing.
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