![]() The altar had a crucified Christ in the center, statues of the Virgin Mary, St. Angels and biblical scenes covered the ceiling. The tall, narrow windows each had a saint in stained glass. Two girl-sized statues of angels holding fonts of holy water stood by the main door. ![]() Except for the pews and the floors, almost every interior surface was covered with statues or paintings. The empty air was still vibrating slightly with the suppressed fidgets of children. ![]() There was a smell of polished wood, hymnals, and rubber floor-mats. In Strasburg, North Dakota, he looks inside the Sts. And man, does he ramble! He clocks twenty-five thousand miles on his van, driving up, down, and across “that immense Western short-grass prairie now mostly plowed under.” He noses around countless dusty, little towns, seeing what there is to see, noting down detail after extraordinary detail. Today, I’ll review Great Plains.įrazier’s book chronicles his Great Plains rambles of the 1980s. This is the third in a series of twelve monthly posts in which I’ll reread my three favorite travel books – Edward Hoagland’s Notes from the Century Before (1969), John McPhee’s Coming into the Country (1977), and Ian Frazier’s Great Plains (1989) – and compare them. ![]()
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