This book is pretty good and I guess I recommend it. It’s a “small book” in the sense there isn’t a lot to it other than the time Meagan Day spends in this tiny town in the middle of nowhere Nevada. Actually, books don’t have to be more than they are about. There are a lot of nice pictures. I’ve made a point of not looking at the books I review for Goodreads in an attempt to see what I can recollect about the book a month, a year, three years after I’ve read it. I remember the name of the book and I remember Meagan Day wrote it. I don’t remember the photographer’s name. The reason I bought the book was because I was impressed with Day’s writing for Jacobin. I remember being excited by several of the reviews of “Maximum Sunlight’ that emphasized the fact she wasn’t dismissive or condescending to the inhabitants of this city I’ve forgotten the name of.
It was an interesting sounding town (I probably shouldn’t call it a “city). If I remember correctly, it really was out in the middle of nowhere (like multiple hours to the nearest city). Day spent quite a bit of book musing on the type of people who would move to such an out of the way place. There was a mother and her son. The son drank a lot. There was a hotel that had all manner of clown tchotchke. Actually, now that I sit down and try to write about this book I’m sitting here wondering if I did like it all. Did I like it when I was reading it? Sure, I guess. I made it through at a pretty reasonable clip. But sitting here now and trying to recollect what was in the book and how it made me feel while I was reading it I’m not feeling much of anything. A town in the middle of nowhere; random people, most I guess who were down on the luck. A bar, although I think Day ended up describing it as more a room where the town alcoholics gathered daily. Day sensed some danger in there one day.
When I bought the book I was hoping it was going to be something akin to “Hillbilly Elegy” or “Stranger in Their Own Land.” I was hoping Day’s examination of this town would be shot through with significant political insights. It wasn’t. I don’t remember if Day made any explicit or even implicit conclusions about politics at all. That’s fine. You can find a place on a map, a remote place, visit it, stay awhile, meet the people, tell or let them tell their stories, and let that be that. The pictures were cool. Perhaps looking back at this book and not feeling too excited about writing about it is shaded by the fact I don’t really read Day’s contributions to Jacobin anymore. I don’t really read Jacobin anymore. Anyway, the book was fine. It wasn’t boring. Sometimes it’s nice to buy things to support an author you like or a publishing house your like. It’s an insignificant decision and financially negligible to the health of the publishing house, but it made me feel good about the purchase. If you’re looking for a book that gives excellent insights into the thinking of Trump voters in deep red states then Arlie Russell Hoschschild’s “Stranger in Their Own Land” is the book for you.