Cars in the psyche

A few years ago, I wandered down to San Miguel de Allende, on the central high plateaus of Mexico, for a month-long creative non-fiction workshop led by California writer Steven Church. An inspiring writer and teacher, Steven motivated me to churn out many pages. Not surprisingly, many of those pages were impressions of San Miguel, a gorgeous colonial town with cobblestone streets and classic Spanish-American architecture.

Quads, green Tsuru taxis & more mix on the streets of San Miguel de Allende

Quads, green Tsuru taxis & more mix on the streets of San Miguel de Allende

Surprisingly, though, some of my writing focused on cars. Why cars? Well for one thing I was fascinated by the blend of traffic on a San Miguel street – donkeys, pedestrians, quads, motorcycles, old trucks, newish cars. But mostly I was gripped by an odd compulsion that has been with me since childhood.

I recently dusted off that piece of writing, ‘Auto Arousal,’ and the good folks at Marathon Literary Review have been kind enough to publish it in their latest edition, here. It’s a longish ramble, so settle in for a few minutes.

Just after re-reading my own piece online I found an essay on the site of Terrain, one of my favourite literary journals, that explores similar themes. You might want to explore “Driving the Truck” by Emma Copley Eisenberg as a companion read to Auto Arousal.

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