I discovered lots of new things on my drive along Route 66 last year. The most enduring image was the social devastation caused by rerouting of the highway - whole towns that had become abandoned. It was unsettling to think of the communities that had been starved to extinction, of local histories lost. It was all too easy to imagine the despair of business owners struggling to leave a legacy for their children.
Ewan Morrison speaks of a similar phenomenon in Tales of the Mall... of a decay that infects local communities when a mall opens up nearby. Of the corporations that construct mega-shopping facilities on the edges of towns and beyond; facilities that deliberately and ruthlessly suck traffic away from local businesses. Of the changes to social fabric that result.
He also tells of the next phase of the decay - after strangling the local opposition, malls themselves are prone to being strangled. Maybe it's a bigger/better/newer mall that takes the business away, or maybe it's the general loss of market share to internet shopping. Either way, the result is the same.
Given the magnitude of this issue, I found Tales of the Mall to be a little underwhelming. Maybe its' because the scale of mega-mall described in the book is foreign to my experience. There are definitely shopping malls in Australia, but they are a completely different beast to those I have seen in the US. I could empathise with the issues, but only to a limited extent.
The book is presented in an unusual format. Standard non-fiction chapters are interspersed with semi-fictionalised personal accounts and fully fictionalised short stories. Some of these are absolutely brilliant, but I don't think it worked as a complete package. It was the literary equivalent of a piece of art made by flicking paint haphazardly onto a canvas, with no order or purpose. Morrison may have put a lot of effort into how one chapter led into the next, but I couldn't see it. I'm not sure that I, as a reader, was taken on a journey.
I also think that the book suffered from a general lack of purpose. I thought some of the semi-fictionalised accounts made for great reading as stand-alone pieces, but that most of them were entirely redundant, as were a few of the factoid non-fiction chapters. Funnily enough, I tended to have a better understanding and appreciation of the role of the true fiction short stories - they were a varied bunch. A few were impenetrable, but most of them contained fairly obvious allegories that presented information about malls in a different way.
My recommendation is to avoid trying to read this book from cover to cover. Open up to a random page and start reading. If it bores you, just move to a different page until you find one of the many nuggets that are hidden within. I could have easily given some of the Tales from the Mall 5 stars, but as a total package it only gets 2 from me.