The Meadowlands

Imagine a grungy north Jersey version of John McPhee’s classic The Pine Barrens and you’ll get some idea of the idiosyncratic, fact-filled, and highly original work that is Robert Sullivan’s The Meadowlands.  Just five miles west of New York City, this vilified, half-developed, half-untamed, much dumped-on, and sometimes odiferous tract of swampland is home to rare birds and missing bodies, tranquil marshes and a major sports arena, burning garbage dumps and corporate headquarters, the remains of the original Penn Station–and maybe, just ,maybe, of the late Jimmy Hoffa.  Robert Sullivan proves himself to be this fragile yet amazingly resilient region’s perfect expolorer, historian, archaeologist, and comic bard.