![]() Stay far from the pixelated, incongruous world that Sterritt provides. For readers in the market for a farm-spackled and bootstraps trip through the American identity, I suggest you stick to Faulkner, to Steinbeck. ![]() It is the multi-faced-and simultaneously faceless-conglomerate of the American consumption network. ![]() History is the spidery wires and camera film that spins until the final moments of our lifetime. ![]() History, in this novel, instead begins at the dawn of electronic communication. What is America's history-the world's history-but fragmentary, translated through the eyes of the beholder and the opinions of the historian? In Brooks Sterritt's The History of America in My Lifetime, American history is not the colorful pages of the classroom textbook, nor a view of a collected Americana that we auction off as simple and meager, hard-won. ![]()
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