I really liked this book until Allen Ginsberg left the hotel and it was about William Burroughs and the cut up technique. I felt like every single sentence included “cut-up technique” from the time Ginsberg left until the end of the book. I like reading about authors' relationships with each other.

I was hoping to get more of a history of the people that were displaced, and the actual process of the townspeople leaving their homes, but this book was a very nature-based study of Quabbin. That's okay, but it was not what I was expecting from the book.