SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

There is a fertile stretch of flat lands in Indiana where unagrarian Eastern travellers glancing from car-windows shudder and return their eyes to interior upholstery preferring even the swaying caparisons of a Pullman to the monotony without The landscape lies interminably level bleak in winter a desolate plain of mud and snow hot and dusty in summer in its flat lonesomeness miles on miles with not one cool hill slope away from the sun...Seguir leyendo