Once again. See John McPhee, buy John McPhee, read John McPhee. Not sure what else I need to say. This guy can write, turning subjects and timeframe into easily digestible, funny, concise prose. I don’t even like short stories, and yet here I am again, reading the damn things because of McPhee.
I especially loved the chapter on family practioner doctors in rural Maine. And the short story on Senator Bill Bradley. McPhee shadows him for a short time, and the range of questions that people on the street approach Bradley with is so interesting, and to think our sitting president now would have ZERO ability to answer any of these same questions speaks volume to how far down our culture has sunk. Dumb things down long enough and what you end up with is The Freak. The final chapter had me at the front door panting like a dog waiting to be let out.
Table of Contents is basically a written series of photo-essays. McPhee’s text provides all the mental ingredients you need to create your own visuals. It all seems so damn easy, which is why he’s so good. Get it, read it.