We’ve all heard about the folks who
leave the beautiful and healthy rural surroundings where
they grew up and go to the city to make a fortune so they
can move back to the farm. It happens all the time, especially
in upstate New York. Even more often, city-bred people
decide that the country life is for them and encamp to
a second home, weekend getaway or reconditioned old farmhouse.
Sometimes they even become members of the community.
Jim
Mullen and his wife Susan had been living in Manhattan’s Greenwich
Village for many years, and mingled with the cosmopolitan
crowd during weekends in The Hamptons (a fashionable
gathering-place on eastern Long Island, not to be confused
with the city of Binghampton). Their life was urban and
urbane, but out on The Island they never shook the city’s
tensions. So Sue decided to explore the possibilities
three hours in the other direction. They rented a car
(no point owning a car in Manhattan – Jim didn’t
even have a driver’s license) and headed northwest
on Route 17. They’ve been living here ever since,
which is something of a miracle, and a story worth telling.
“It
Takes a Village Idiot: A Memoir of Life After the City” is
humorist Jim Mullen’s account of adding confusion
to stress as he sheds his city ways and settles into
an earthy environment. Mullen writes a syndicated column
called “The
Village Idiot” and was for many years author
of the “Hot Sheet” column in Entertainment
Weekly. He has written for The New York Times and New
York Magazine. Nothing prepared him for the busy
bucolic life he finds in the town he calls Walleye in “Catskill
County”. (In real-life, Mullen lives in Franklin,
NY in Delaware
County.) But the mythical places he has created along
Spilt Milk Road ring absolutely true, from the off-off-brands
at the local general store to the uncertainty about identifying
poison ivy to the custom of waving at everyone as you
drive down the road.