Awhile back, I was rummaging through some old belongings and happened upon a book of mine from childhood. It was a richly illustrated, colorful volume featuring a large centerfold map of the United States, showing logging in the Northwest, cotton farming in the South, and so on. I don’t believe the book had even entered my mind since I was six or seven, and suddenly encountering its centerfold image in this way seemed to bring back my original experience of it. I could see vividly the logs splashing down the whitewater river, could feel the fluffy texture of the cotton in the field, could sense the warm sun beating down on me in the Arizona desert. To Stevie, this picture was not just an object on a page that he viewed with detachment, but a world in which he was immersed.