American Elsewhere by Robert Jackson Bennett made me want to go to the American Southwest, New Mexico in particular. The novel is classified as literature, horror, fantasy, and science fiction depending on where you look…so it’s none or all, basically. Reading it made me realize that as far as science fiction or literary fiction with a science fiction bent (but not wanting this to be a post about genres, categorization, or what’s “literary”…) goes, I prefer to read about very old things, rather than very new things–that is, otherworldly creatures rather than outer space and androids. Granted, that’s probably why many booksellers don’t classify it as science fiction, but there’s enough technology in it that I think it passes.
The book takes place in a town called Wink underneath a pink moon, and I would like to go see something like it.
