We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing. And I catch myself thinking today that our long journey had only defiled with a sinuous trail of slime the lovely, trustful, dreamy, enormous country that by then, in retrospect, was no more to us than a collection of dog-eared maps, ruined tour books, [and] old tires
New Americana is a blog about America and why we can’t help loving it. Here you will find a digital travelogue of trinkets and souvenirs that add up to a country that is lovely, trustful, dreamy, and enormous. The objects that will appear on this blog are special because they reflect both a personal and a collective nostalgia. To use Nabokov’s example from the quote above: a dog-eared map is an item of personal nostalgia for Humbert Humbert, but it also an item of collective nostalgia for the rest of us because it represents that quintessential American experience, the road-trip. To be an American is to participate in that collective nostalgia.