Destination Land

I am pretty sure this never existed prior to the picture of it.
But somehow it now encapsulates something sad, something important.

DestinationLand by Glen Hirshberg

“DESTINATION: DESTINATION”

This is a most beautifully poignant evocation of a cobbled together derelict train and caboose ‘zoo’ or museum as a final destination for such hulks and shells and living objects of once human construction, with one moving purpose-built train ride, as as well as a carousel. Teeming with unforgettable* images and emotions, fulfilling the undercurrents of this book’s overall title amidst perfectly pitched characterisations of children-at-heart and a real child called Wong, not wrong, and so-called grown-ups, too, as the train ride allows even those of us from history on board to reach our destination. An American concentration camp of souls. As my own personal aside, complete with two separate significant ‘elbow’ trigger moments upon picnic table and metal seat. To supplement the other two in ‘Devil’.

* “Not looking out a train window, but looking out the fogged-over memory of looking out a train window.”

Full context of this review here: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2023/08/14/tell-me-when-i-disappear-glen-hirshberg/