Big-American-Reeves

Biography

James A. Reeves is a writer, teacher, and motorist. To date, he’s driven 150,000 miles along the backroads of America and his first book, The Road to Somewhere: An American Memoir, was published by W. W. Norton. His second book, The Manufactured History of Indianapolis, offers a mythology of the Circle City. He is currently finishing his first novel, Tragic Lovers on the Radio. After midnight, James makes heavily reverberated mix tapes and audio loops. His work has been exhibited and presented in New York, Helsinki, Indianapolis, Ann Arbor, Philadelphia, New Orleans, and Grenoble.

Since 2004, James has taught graduate and undergraduate courses that address the making and understanding of our image world. He’s taught at Parsons School of Design and the Pratt Institute, and he currently teaches seminars in philosophy, the history of art, and the politics of design at Bard Early College. He lives in New Orleans.

“Through his photographs and candid, episodic storytelling, Reeves documents his experiences and the people he encounters in various regions of the United States, reflecting with uncommon honesty on both positive and negative aspects of the culture. Reeves’s obsession with driving long distances in rental cars is fuelled by his search to figure out what it means to be an adult and to live a meaningful life in a complicated world. His unique point of view clearly comes through in both his writing and images—quirky, beautiful, disturbing, humorous, and at times unexpectedly and achingly moving.”
—PHOTO LIFE
“A tantalizing 21st century cross between James Agee’s Let Us Now Praise Famous Men and Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, this remarkable and utterly original memoir heralds the arrival of a new and important American voice. James A. Reeves’s The Road to Somewhere will take you places you will not easily forget.”
—ANDRE DUBUS III
“The inspiration is so simple: Head out at random into America and see what you find. James A. Reeves found the America no one seems to be looking for anymore, and he also found himself.”
—Roger Ebert


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