The McCabe Play: Making Middlesex Politically Relevant Again
It's a sprawling county of strip malls, connect-by-dots diners, roadside drift doubling as residential habitations (occasionally the shadows of human forms are visible behind shades in the blue glow of TV living room land), telephone towers that look like something out of a bulldozed Ray Bradbury nightmare, and bumper to bumper traffic on the vertigo-inducing heights of an ugly uplift of concrete called the Alfred Driscoll Bridge.