Status Updates From The Last Farmer: An America...

I'm very much enjoying this memoir, which is so far from my life in the particulars yet so familiar in the pervasive background static of diffuse longing and guilt. It's funny, sad, that the writer who so keenly and precisely describes his family members and old neighbors is so insistent that he is not at all guilty for leaving the family farm, when the existence of this book is a testament to it being otherwise.