I went by train from LA to Chicago: it took 45 hours or so on the Southwest Chief. I knew I’d do plenty of walking when I got to Chicago but on the train the walking opportunities (obviously) are strictly limited.
You can walk to the toilet, to the observation car, to the cafe or the dining car but this isn’t real walking, (again obviously). The train conductor also made many doom-laden announcements about the dangers of walking around the train without shoes.
And very occasionally you can look out the window and see somebody walking alongside the tracks or along the station platform, but that doesn’t seem very real either.
And very occasionally you can look out the window and see somebody walking alongside the tracks or along the station platform, but that doesn’t seem very real either.
However there's lots of opportunity for reading, and I had a copy of the New York Review of Books with me, and in 45 hours you can read every single word of it, including the slightly sniffy review by Ian Jack of Iain Sinclair’s The Last London. I have only ever seen Ian Jack from a distance and frankly he didn’t look like much of a walker, which may explain something:
In the review he writes,
“As a playful way of exploring and interpreting urban environments, psychogeography has a history in both England and France that goes back to the 1950s and the Situationism of Guy Debord, but it was Sinclair who resurrected it as a popular, or at least a fashionable, idea. Like ley lines (discovered or invented in 1921), psychogeography wasn’t designed to survive rational scrutiny …”
I think that’s pretty good, especially in a review that is essentially positive, and especially since it echoes my own prejudices about psychogeography and ley lines.
