Getting Surreal: Rebooting the Over-Heated Writer Brain with Art

By Camille LeFevre

During the hottest summer in recorded human history, I moved to northern Arizona. I settled into our old, squatty, family-owned house with views of red sandstone peaks that eons of geological and climatic forces shaped into spectacular, surreal rock formations. When I lived in the house with Gram in the 1970s, we didn’t have air conditioning. We’d close the house in the morning and turn on fans. At night, we’d crank open the windows, and cool breezes would sweep down off...