STATE BY STATE

Self-consciously modeled after state guides sponsored by the Federal Writers’ Project in the 1930s, this ambitious effort features a terrific roster of writers and arrives just in time for the November elections.

Best here are the immigrant stories: Mohammed Naseehu Ali’s reflections on his introduction to America’s generosity as a Ghanaian high-school student at a Michigan arts academy; Ha Jin’s account of his early years developing as a writer in Georgia; Jhumpa Lahiri’s informative memoir about growing up in Rhode Island. Jack Hitt writes hilariously of the South Carolina temperament, made up of “easy rage, china-shop recklessness and merry eccentricity”—and he’s from the genteel outpost of Charleston. Jonathan Franzen invents a lame interview with a couple of New York State lackeys eager to give him the official scoop, while Lydia Millet offers an openly hostile view of Arizona and the wasteful populace that doesn’t value it. But many writers display genuine love for their state, alongside satisfactory morsels of truth, as in Ann Patchett’s monologue on changes she’s witnessed over the years in Tennessee, Alison Bechdel’s charming cartoon about her life in Vermont, William T. Vollmann’s expression of enduring faith in California and Philip Connors’s riff on the phenomenon of the “Minnesota Nice.” Others—seemingly all New Yorkers—briefly pass through their assigned state on vacation: Saïd Sayrafiezadeh in South Dakota, David Rakoff in Utah and Will Blythe in New Hampshire, whose “paradoxical pride in one’s modesty” he likens to that of the natives in his natal North Carolina. Susan Orlean puts to bed the myths about Ohio, and Andrea Lee, raised in Philadelphia, expresses her conflicted feelings about the utopian ideals of her birth state. Like most anthologies, it’s uneven, and individual essays are somewhat narrow in focus. But Paris Review deputy editor Weiland and McSweeney’s editor at large Wilsey (co-editors: The Thinking Fan’s Guide to the World Cup, 2006, etc.) keep it positive and heartfelt.

Ranges from delights to self-indulgent snores.