"The golf-resort façade of Tucson makes me want to lie down and die, and it seems especially inadvisable in a town nearly bereft of water, but fortunately Tucson is so complicated, and so paradoxical, that it never entirely tolerates or rewards the capitalist version of itself."
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The novelist Rick Moody visits Tucson, Arizona—and reports back. (via newsweek)
Murray-bait. (Can’t believe I beat Brown to this.)
I mean, it’s Rick Moody. So while that absolutely meaningless sentence does make my blood boil, I’m comforted to see that it was written by a fool. Leave it to a consummate tourist like him to come away from Tucson thinking that the well-watered golf courses are some kind of metaphor for the city. It’s like a dramatic 20-year-old in a college writing workshop wrote this article based solely off a wikipedia article.
Fuckin’ Moody.
(via askjerves)
