For the past century American writers and artists have been obsessed with that shimmering, sexy, liberating, lethal contraption known as the automobile…Is there a more potent metaphor for American restlessness, for the American hunger for status and sex, for the American tendency to wind up, broken and bloody, in a ditch?
Driving a huge metal deathtrap can do more than just get one from point A to point B. Over at The Millions, Bill Morris writes on several classic and contemporary American authors and their relationships to the automobile.
