Swanson embarks on a personal quest for meaning amid the swirl of our post-truth climate. Traversing the country, he introduces us to Americans who are contending with the aftermath of political and economic collapse and who are striving to recover some semblance of meaning and purpose.
What The Reviewers Say
Albert Samaha,
The New York Times Book Review
... impressive.
Peter Dabbene,
Foreword Reviews
... eloquent.
Travis Diehl,
Los Angeles Review of Books
The book explores what happens when, having put the best words in the best order, the author looks around and doesn’t know where he is. He can’t go back; he can’t make it new—he can only start again. But that humid malaise travels with him, an ambivalent funk he can neither embrace nor wave goodbye to, believe in nor dismiss. He can only name it. Call it Summerland.
Kathy Sexton,
Booklist
... unlike other essayists who might use this trope for humor, Swanson is continually looking for meaning and depth.