The Big Picture and the Closeup

I knew from having my ear well trained over the preceding decade what a good song sounded like. I knew what the proper approach to literature looked like. I knew that mysticism didn’t sell ice cream. And now I was in a world where no one who ran the show cared what I knew; they thought they knew better and were going to do it their way.

Detroit had my whole lifetime to get this right: Snapshots of the rise and fall of the automobile industry and its home turf.