Title: Eden
Review: Like much of Robert Adams work, this book at first appears transparently ordinary--photographs of a truck stop somewhere in the middle of nowhere--but somehow resonates with memories. There is the irony of the name of the place cast against the bleakness of the photographs--but Adams claims that no irony is intended. But my own memeories called out by this book are of long car trips before air conditioning, the smell of hot engine oil, of cars overheating, the taste of cold coke in a bottle, and the smell of diesel engines long before anyone thought of air polution. The biblical Eden was a place of perfection before the fall, but these pictures must refer to the same place at some later time, after the the tree was cut to make way for the interstate.
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