The liminal strip that divides the highway from the surrounding land is called a wayside. Often thick with wildflowers and insects, it’s a natural space that coexists with traffic and exhaust. In Dividing the Wayside, Haysom likewise navigates the territory in between, searching the intricate periphery of experience for hidden meaning and beauty. Her voice is passionate, charming, and ironic, her language precise and musical.
I don’t know how long this book has been sitting on my shelf, demanding to be read. It’s beautiful and so strong, drenched in language that flows. There’s something traditional but inventive in the stories that Haysom tells.