The magazine The Week asked me for a list of my top six books about travel on roads. It’s in the current issue.
This is 2010 and our society is still publishing books with sexist titles. Until we dispel of the notion that all people should be considered “man” we will perpetuate sexist attitudes among people. I will not be ordering the book for our library because of the offensive title.
The title is a play on words and an intentional echo of old works of anthropology and titles like Steichen and Sandburg’s classic photo book, The Family of Man.
I haven’t read your book, but I immediately thought of “The Family of Man” as a parallel to your title and a classic of photographic anthropology. I suppose that judging a book by its title, if not its cover, continues to be acceptable in some circles. Or was that just a vile comment?
I feel lucky to do what I do. I write about real people, often by living their lives for a while-visiting their lives, you might say. Trying them on for size. Though there are easier ways to make a living, I suppose, none strike me as a fraction so interesting.
My first real adventures were cross-country bicycle rides, and a summer's work in a sausage factory in Pamplona, Spain. During time off from college, I did community organizing in Dallas as a VISTA volunteer. Then came riding the rails (Rolling Nowhere), which originated as another escape from college, but doubled as research for a senior anthropology thesis. A transcendant moment occurred ... Read More