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County Highway, a New Magazine Delivered as Newspaper

When I read on Twitter (X) that novelist and editor Walter Kirn, along with David Samuels, had created “a magazine about America in the form of a 19th century newspaper,” I looked up the website, and when I saw it would be for sale at one of my town’s cute local stores, I decided to check it out.

County Highway is meant to represent the heart of America, a place with natural rhythms, relationships, and grassroots sense. It’s written by “actual human beings,” which is more than some websites can say. “We hope to advance the same relationship to America that Bob Dylan had when he wrote his versions of folk songs” or when Neil Young, Gram Parsons, Mark Twain, and Ralph Ellison wrote of their country.

I enjoy the feel of reading this paper, which cheekily touts itself as “America’s only newspaper” and plans to publish six issues a year for a $50 subscription. Kirn’s front page piece is on his visit to The Miracle of America Museum in Polson, Montana, a place where memorabilia, props, and junk attempt to preserve a moral history. Duncan Moench has a report on artificial intelligence and the imminent threat of corporate technocracy.

I was pulled in by a review of Barbara Kingsolver’s Demon Copperhead (2023 Pulitzer Prize winner for fiction), which says Kingsolver’s skill is clear and subject matter well chosen, but this “protest novel” in the form of Dicken’s David Copperfield is heavy on ranting, light on humanity. Other articles in this first issue include a lengthy piece that circles around Joshua Tree National Park, a front story on an American con man from last century, four pages on music, feature on Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s falconry hobby, and a full page of legit classifieds: Wyoming cabins, bookstores, alpacas for breeding, and ‘shrooms.

I’ve enjoyed reading some of these, and there are a few more I’d like to get to. There’s a little poetry, a few wisecracks tucked in a small column, and attractive illustrations of a vintage sheen. The articles feel like those I’ve seen online and hoped to get back to, but often don’t. The Internet is ethereal; newspapers sit on the desk.

I may buy the next issue to try to balance what I read in the first, but I’m put off by the feel of the whole. Is it cynical? Maybe too secular? There’s a column about fugitives from someone who speaks positively about the Weather Underground. I believe he says he helped a couple of them back in the day. That’s like longing for time when your granddad would tell stories of fighting alongside Che Guevara. And then there’s this in a joke section: “Drag queen story hour — it’s what my pops used to call church on Sundays.” I don’t know what to do with that. Maybe I should untie my laces. (I wrote about the second issue also.)

Alt Culture: To balance the earthiness of America’s newspaper, let me point you to the new season of Doubletake from World News Group. This is a podcast of long features that can get complicated. Today’s episode is on what some people are doing in the Metaverse and a church trying to reach them.

Poetry: John Barr’s “Season of spores”:

“a bric-a-brac of fluke and ruff,
lavender cap, topiary puff.”

Photo by Wolfgang Frick on Unsplash

3 thoughts on “County Highway, a New Magazine Delivered as Newspaper”

  1. Hi Walter,

    You might remember me from our early, early encounters outside

    the Livingston FireHall gym where you would pace the sidewalk and puff on the gags, drawing deep, straining for the perfect verb please your masters on the Coast, while I (amateur I was, still am) but living and breathing yet, as are you. I heard of your latest endeaver on the Gutfeld show, and figured I ought to (ahem!) a smoke signal of my own. I’ve written for newspapers in the area, also out of the area, but this will be my first effort at poetry, at least in this region.
    I did publish a novel a few years back but couldn’t help thinking of the odd missives sent out by small-town cranks and goof-offs who always had a gripe for the editor, sometimes endlessly…My offering isn’t quite so terribly long, but it did actually take place, years and years ago, during a pedal-to-the-metal roadtrip with a close friend, both of us goggle-eyed, necks crained, whiskey-driven, day-dreams realized, pen to paper and two wandering young men driving home a point.

    1. That’s an odd comment to leave on a Sunday morning (or anytime), but I’ll allow it this time.

  2. Please cancel my subscription. I find that I am over committed with reading material at this time. Thank you. Gary Cogley

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