ANDREW QUILTY: Blue Highways
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How does a manufacturing giant ditch the raw power of the muscle car in favour of the credit default swap? How does a flag’s ubiquity grow in inverse proportion to the stridency with which one adheres to the values it embodies? Has a curtain of ignorance and vitriol darkened our public domain?
Whether it’s the quiet grandeur of a foggy San Francisco morning or the human detritus of New York’s urban jungle, Andrew eyes his subjects with a tenderness that reveals something beyond our bland and, ultimately false, dichotomies. In Blue Highways, a pair of girls drinking bourbon on the roof of a rural shack is treated with the same affection and exasperation reserved for troubled ex-lovers and lost friends.
- Matt Siegel, Australian Correspondent for The New York Times
