My Antonia - Willa Cather Did you know that in parts of Nebraska, you can still see the Oregon Trail? Not the highway that goes along the route of the trail, but the actual wagon wheel ruts. I foresee a day in which people forget what they are, and are puzzled by them. I thought about the wagon wheel ruts while I was reading this, wondering if the day is coming (soon) when people will forget what it means for hired men to "work out" or to be "batching it."

The history Cather gives us here is so part and parcel of Nebraska that it's hard to separate the story from the land, which is exactly the wonder of this novel.

The first time I read this, I thought it was quite evocative. Now that I've lived in California for 20 years, I find it heart-wrenchingly evocative. It is simply written, and gorgeous in a sweltering, dusty, frozen, windy way that perhaps only Nebraskans, Dakotans, and Utahans will understand.

The book is a masterpiece.