The golf-resort façade of Tucson makes me want to lie down and die, and it seems especially inadvisable in a town nearly bereft of water, but fortunately Tucson is so complicated, and so paradoxical, that it never entirely tolerates or rewards the capitalist version of itself.
The novelist Rick Moody visits Tucson, Arizona—and reports back. (via newsweek)
Reblogged from Newsweek

