Texas Books in Review is a biannual journal that monitors the literary production of books about Texas, providing rich reviews about contemporary publications across diverse fields and genres.
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I first saw Texas from a Greyhound bus roaring across I-30 late at night. There wasn’t much for me to see because it was so dark. There was road and blackness and more road. I was nineteen and a freshman in college. While most of my peers had gone home or to Florida for spring break, I had decided to travel across the country with a few classmates and a rucksack filled with bologna sandwiches and Kerouac novels. With the exception of the winter holidays, I’d been on the east coast since August, and I was glad to be getting back out west. The trip had been colorful. In Virginia a woman with two small children tried to buy drugs off me. I didn’t have any drugs. In Knoxville a homeless man wanted all of us to drink whiskey with him under a bridge. We politely declined. He informed us that his clothes were wet because his girlfriend had pushed him into the river. In Arkansas the bus driver swore he heard someone playing music, so he pulled the bus over and marched down the aisle demanding that whoever it was better turn it off. No one was playing any music. When we got to Dallas all of us were ready for a hot meal and a shower.