I’ve never actually met Jack Burgess, but my impression of his writings is considerably different than “his history of the Yosemite Valley Railroad consists chiefly of numbers,” or her assertion that “there’s no narrative I can follow.”
Yawn. Just more of the same old creative writing seminar condescention.
I don’t think she has one. I think she meant to provide some “impressions”. Those require neither a point nor defensible reasoning. She spends more time discussing her own feelings and impressions than anything else.
I think she thinks we are all littel kids. however I prefer to look at it as recreating something lost or something in our past. She looked at it as if she could say men were playing with toys and then has to make a remark about being too conservative.
I think she finally got it in the end where she was drawn into the scene.
Somebody should do a psychological study of people who write fluff articles for Sunday supplements and places like Salon. What a strange, insular world those people live in, huh? She clearly falls into that group that marginalizes and condemns anything that they don’t appreciate and understand. Would she do the same sort of piece about Scrapbooking, or Needlepoint? Somehow, I doubt it.
This is one person’s Do Not Call list that I’m glad to be on.
Like many train fans I would speak to, Jack has difficulty tracing the origin of his passion. “All kids love trains and then it gets suppressed. In the teen years they get into girls and cars and then in their 30s, when they have a family and home, they return to the hobby.”