Welcome to Utopia: Notes from a Small Town


In Welcome to Utopia, quintessential American stories—the mom anxiously sending her sons to Iraq and Afghanistan, teens longing to escape the familiar, old-timers trying to hold onto their roots while the world around them changes—come to life on every page. Karen Valby’s extraordinary capacity to observe and empathize helps us understand that whether we live in a small town like Utopia, Texas, or a large city, we confront the same fears and dream the same dreams. Welcome to Utopia celebrates the bonds that ...

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In Welcome to Utopia, quintessential American stories—the mom anxiously sending her sons to Iraq and Afghanistan, teens longing to escape the familiar, old-timers trying to hold onto their roots while the world around them changes—come to life on every page. Karen Valby’s extraordinary capacity to observe and empathize helps us understand that whether we live in a small town like Utopia, Texas, or a large city, we confront the same fears and dream the same dreams. Welcome to Utopia celebrates the bonds that connect us, while proving that the only things that are small about small towns are our preconceptions of them.

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Praise for Karen Valby’s WELCOME TO UTOPIA

"There's nothing "small" about Karen Valby's majestic and life-affirming look at a small town.  With a documentarian's eye and a poet's soul, she unveils the complete and compelling history of not just a dot on a map, but of the human heart and soul.  Welcome to Utopia is a first book like To Kill a Mockingbird was a first book. It is, in the most modest phrasing I can think of, a masterpiece of narrative nonfiction."—Augusten Burroughs

"Slowly, as talented journalists do, Valby won some trust. Her reporting is deep, the tone intimate. Readers are quite likely to absorb the rural Texas pulse from the pages."
–Cleveland Plain Dealer

"There are moments of joy and tragedy, contentment and discomfort. Through personal moments, the book quietly deconstructs much mythology about the Small Town by focusing on this one small town, which has somewhat reluctantly engaged in the uneasy push and pull that comes with change — change being the chosen word because not everyone in Utopia would call it progress."
–Houston Chronicle

"As this affectionate memoir shows, small-town folks are much like Americans everywhere."

"Valby digs deep into the heartland, reporting tragedy....and documenting the ingrained racism and ignorance with the same clear-eyed sensitivity and passion that she calls on to illustrate the deep family bonds and lifelong friendships she encounters — the way small-town people take care of each other."
–San Antonio Express News

“… a rich portrait of a community, bound by tradition and grief, sickness and success, and most of all, a commitment to one another….[Valby], in turn, has repaid them in kind, as her literary portrait of them sits comfortably on the bookshelf next to other classic works about the culture of small-town America, including Thornton Wilder's Our Town, Sherwood Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio, and Larry McMurtry's The Last Picture Show. Of course, those works were fiction. This, as the denizens of Utopia would no doubt tell you, is something altogether more powerful and important: real life.”  —Dallas Morning News

“Valby’s rich portrait of several local residents is incredibly appealing for its honest look at the struggles of modern families in small-town America.” BookPage
“A deftly executed look at the stereotype of a one-horse town and its residents’ modest aspirations and wearisome realities…Valby eschews a wide lens, zooming in on individuals and trusting that their words and actions will render the larger picture.” –Texas Monthly
"The characters, the town, and the landscape in Welcome to Utopia are so perfectly drawn, they seem as near to me as my own neighbors. Karen Valby is a writer of astonishing talent, and she has given us the record of a rich and vanishing world in this book."—Haven Kimmel, author of A Girl Named Zippy

“Entertainment Weekly senior writer Valby…emerges as a sensitive, candid and balanced observer of life in a town that is both everywhere and nowhere. …A compassionate, often wrenching reminder that life is surpassingly hard, even in Utopia.”Kirkus

Publishers Weekly
Valby, a senior writer at Entertainment Weekly, profiles Utopia, Tex., in a lackluster account of life in contemporary smalltown America. The author discovered Utopia in 2006 and, hoping “to get past the mythology of the small town and understand it as a real place where actual people live,” repeatedly returned to the unincorporated ranching community in the scenic Texas Hill Country for the next two years. The Census counts 241 Utopians, and while many of them appear in Valby's narrative, she focuses on four to tell her story: Ralph Boyce, “the quintessential old-timer” and the dean of the early-morning coffee drinkers at the General Store; Kathy Wiekamp, a popular waitress and mother of four boys; Colter Padgett, “the town misfit”; and Kelli Rhodes, the only black student at Utopia School. While the four are a diverse lot, in Valby's hands, they only sporadically rise above the level of stereotype and fall short of demythologizing small towns. The author also provides too little context for her observations, and her conclusions—e.g., Utopians are provincial; racism still exists in rural Texas; and small towns see rapid change as a threat—are neither surprising nor original. (June)
Kirkus Reviews
Entertainment Weekly senior writer Valby debuts with an account of her return to Utopia, Texas, a tiny town she profiled in 2006. The author starts slowly, but once she gets rid of the early-on cliches ("Roots are rare these days"), she emerges as a sensitive, candid and balanced observer of life in a town that is both everywhere and nowhere. Valby first tries to establish herself with the wizened coffee drinkers who gather daily at dawn to hash over people and politics (only one is a Democrat). She eventually earns unofficial membership among them and is simultaneously drawn to their fragility and rough magic and repelled by their racism and adamantine conservatism. The author focuses on several families and returns continually to update the reader. One woman has three of her four sons in the military, and there is an enormously moving moment when the body of one returns from Afghanistan in solemn procession through town. The author also profiles two unlikely buddies-a young man who has gone off to study at Yale and his ne'er-do-well best friend who remains behind. Valby also closely follows Kelli Rhodes, the high-school's lone black student, as she finds herself losing academic interest and falling in love with her guitar. (She still graduated second in a class of 12, and Valby publishes her affecting commencement speech.) In between chapters the author inserts sketches of some of the businesses and landmarks in town, including the Lost Maples Cafe, Erma's Beauty Shop, Pico Gas Station, the post office and the cemetery. A compassionate, often wrenching reminder that life is surpassingly hard, even in Utopia. Author tour to New York, Austin, Dallas, Houston, San Francisco, Seattle.Agent: Betsy Lerner/Dunow, Carlson & Lerner Literary Agency
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780385522861
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 6/1/2010
  • Pages: 256
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Karen Valby is a senior writer at Entertainment Weekly, where she was originally given the assignment to go looking for an American town without popular culture. Welcome to Utopia is her first book.
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Welcome to Utopia

Notes from a Small Town
By Karen Valby

Spiegel & Grau

Copyright © 2010 Karen Valby
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780385522861

Chapter One

The Coffee Drinkers

In the small hours of the day, when town is so still as to seem sus- pended behind glass, Ralph Boyce pulls his white Ford pickup to a stop in front of the Utopia General Store. He turns off his engine and sits alone in the darkness outside the colorless brick front, facing the taped notices of deaths and funerals on the glass door. Ralph has been the first person to arrive at the store, probably the first in Utopia to rise out of bed, for over half a century, and he plans on continuing to swing the first set of headlights onto Main Street for the rest of his days. He wakes up without an alarm, feeds his dog, Fudge, and leaves the house by 5:10 or 5:11, depending on when the weather report ends. Ralph is seventy-six years old and he ran the store for thirty-seven years. He retired over a decade ago and doesn’t quite know why he keeps showing up before the store even opens. He figures it probably has something to do with tradition. While he waits, Ralph listens to country standards on the AM radio station. If the air outside is mild, he’ll lean against his truck and look down the length of his quiet town, feigning patience. It’s a strange thing when a man finds himself locked out of his former place of business.

Soon enough a few more old-timers lurch their trucks alongside his, their dust-blasted Chevrolets and Fords and GMCs lining up against one another like cattle in a pen on the unpaved stretch out front of the store. If one of the men’s trucks is ever parked in a different order, or even at a different angle, someone will ask him if he’s feeling unwell, or if there’s trouble at home. The men nod at one another and clear their throats, trickle out a few words on the weather. Around 5:30, the forty-five-year-old owner, Morris, who started working for Ralph at the store when he was a high school sophomore and who now has a son of his own in his sophomore year, pulls up. He unlocks the back door, switching on the blinkering lights, before trudging up the center aisle to the front, where the old-timers wait like cats eager to be let inside after a long night.

“Evenin’, Morris,” they say, giving the younger man a hard time about sleeping in, as he takes his place behind the register with a tired sigh. When Ralph owned the store he got to work at 4:30, so as far as he’s concerned, Morris should count himself rested. But Morris is groggy and likes to wake up in peace, so he lingers up front, sipping from a giant styrofoam cup of water. His register faces a Blue Bell ice cream cooler, above which hang two wooden shelves covered in deer pelts, crowded with pouches of beef jerky and about a dozen mass market paperback thrillers. In a little while some younger men of Utopia will cluster around the register and share stories of dirt and intrigue as they buy their gallons of iced tea and the paper-wrapped slabs of steak they’ll cook up for lunch over propane grills on their job sites.

The old-timers, chapped hands shoved in jeans pockets, walk barrel- legged toward the coffeepots in the back by the meat market, boots creaking all the way. Tony Clark, a ranch manager in an old RFD-TV cap, the cloudy outline of a can of snuff pressed into his left shirt pocket, always makes the first pot of coffee while Sid, whose sons and grandson now run the lumberyard he once owned, Albert, a contractor who built Ralph’s house, Hose, a rancher and former professional rodeo circuit rider, and John, the school superintendent, bunch together on a plank bench, careful that their legs don’t touch. The town welder, John Hillis, who can trace his family’s roots all the way back to Utopia’s founder, Colonel William Ware, floats between the cash register and the coffeepots, a toothpick settled comfortably in his amused grin. The coffee drinkers range in age from those who served in Vietnam and Korea to those who served in World War II.

Bud Garrett, the eighty-four-year-old retired postmaster, has a full head of bright white hair that swoops to the side of his forehead in an elegant wave. He wears a cream felt cowboy hat, Wrangler jeans, and one of three pale denim pearl-button snap shirts. When Bud got out of the service in 1945, one of his first jobs back home was helping to remodel the General Store, working from sunup to sundown for seventy-five cents an hour. “I got a quarter raise and I would’ve signed up at that point to work the rest of my life for a dollar,” he said. “I thought that was big money.”

Bud is six foot three, with long skinny grasshopper legs, and when he bends himself down onto the bench, his knees jut into the air high above his thighs. He thwaps his bony fingers at the front page of the San Antonio Express-News and winces at the headlines of debt and war. Bud is the lone Democrat in the group and he likes to wind up all the Republicans to his left and right. “George Bush has been rich all his life and that’s all he knows,” he cries. “He don’t know who the little feller is!” For years he was met with eye-rolling jeers, but now, as the men admit that gas is high and the war goes on and on, they greet Bud’s hectoring with weary fatigue. “Morris said a while back that he couldn’t even remember who he voted for,” Bud said. “Remember, hell! Ralph, you too!” The men don’t like it much when Bud goes on about politics.

There are two aluminum chairs, paint-peeled from coffee drinkers settling back into them for decades now. Ralph, because of his long tenure at the store, has rightful claim to the left one, which offers a clear view up the center aisle out the front door. He sits with the polite stiffness of a man invited to his son-in-law’s house for dinner, unsure how to hold himself now that he no longer finds himself at the head of the table. When Ralph is amused, he nods his head slowly in approval and let his mouth slip into a smile. When he is annoyed, his face goes baggy with disapproval and he stares hard up that aisle, tearing and folding his empty styrofoam cup in on itself as he waits for the ridiculousness being inflicted upon him to pass.

Ralph’s friend Ted sits in the chair next to him with his legs crossed, one tan Velcro-tabbed shoe bobbing up and down. Ralph has given most everyone in town a nickname, some of them inscrutable. (“But why, Ralph, do you call Melvin ‘Tricky Bunny’?” I once asked him. “I guess he’s just a tricky bunny is all,” he said, shrugging his shoulders.) Long ago he christened Ted “Tennis Shoe Ted.” Ted tried protesting for a while, claiming he didn’t even own a pair of tennis shoes, but the name stuck. When Ralph met Tony, who moved to Utopia years ago after he married a local girl, he assumed the man’s missing thumb was the result of a war injury in Vietnam and he took to calling Tony “Hero.” When he found out that the man had in fact lost his thumb in a roping accident, Ralph rescinded the nickname and downgraded Tony to “Tiger.”

At around 6:30, Sid waggles his fingers on his way out to open up the lumberyard and get a coffeepot going there. Albert, stuffing his pack of Red Man chew back into his jeans pocket, his Borden chocolate milk bottle a finger full of spit, lumbers off to meet his crew with a simple “yehhhhhp,” and the superintendent, a large good-natured man who leads with his generous belly, announces that it’s his day to drive the school bus. As one shift of men take their leave, Henry or Baby Ray or Milton smoothly replaces them.

Milton, a sixty-eight-year-old retired carpenter with big saucer eyes behind thick glasses and a fading strawberry blond beard, brings a reliable coarseness to the group. He looks like a trim Santa Claus, if Santa wore plaid shirts and baseball caps and kept up a steady patter of cussing. One morning a cute little matchstick of a girl, a newcomer Morris was trying out on the register, walked in the back door and up the center aisle. She wore a tight yellow T-shirt and a staggeringly tiny pair of shorts. The air went still as the men tried to look without looking. Milton broke the dumbstruck silence. “That girl ain’t got enough ass on her to make a dying man a bowl of soup!” he declared.

Every morning save Sunday, the men sip from their cups of coffee, look at the floor, and laugh at one another. News of Ted leaving in a snit because Morris was out of the 1 percent milk he liked bleeds into a story about the time a waitress at the café got him so cross-threaded that he banged out of the restuarant and refused to return for a year even though he’d left his favorite cap on the table. Meanwhile the store’s wooden back door swings loudly open, smacking shut behind the bleary-eyed young and old men of Utopia, in boots and jeans and overalls, as they pass through for a pack of powdered donuts or a pecan roll and the day’s first cup of coffee. “I tell everybody I should’ve bought stock in Folgers,” Morris said. He inherited the coffee drinkers from Ralph’s reign, and just as tradition demands that Ralph keep getting out of bed before dawn, it also means Morris must accept the old-timers’ helping themselves to boxes of sugar cubes and swizzle sticks from the shelves when the supply in back runs low.

Ralph always perks up when Morris’s thirteen-year-old daughter, Kassie Jo, her brown hair mussed and legs endless in long, yellow satin Utopia athletic shorts, drops by to check on her box of kittens and grab her book bag before the school bell.

“Mornin’, pardner!”

“Hiya, sir!”

“You got a track meet this weekend, Kassadilla?”

“Yessir, it’s going to be a tough one. See ya!”

Ralph used to have conversations like this with all the kids in town, who had it clocked that they could walk from school in a minute and a half flat for sandwiches and apples and sodas at lunchtime. When Ralph and his best friend, Kenneth, ran the place, all the upperclassmen would come by in the middle of the day, laying their relationship and family troubles out on the counter, hoping for some wise counsel before they shuffled back for afternoon classes. Now the kids eat in the cafeteria or get premade burritos at the gas station or panini sandwiches at the recently opened coffee house, which has WiFi, a drive-through, and a flattering write-up in The New York Times framed and hung on the wall. (The owners, a cheerful and hardworking middle-aged couple, are also newcomers. For a few months after their arrival, a casual rumor persisted in town that the man, because of his Italian last name, was a mobster lying low in witness protection.)

The coffee drinkers float from talk about the weather to town gossip to the routine foibles of the many newcomers who now populate their once insular community. They like to remind Ted that he, too, is and always will be a newcomer to Utopia. The accepted rule here is that if one of your grandparents was born in Utopia, only then can you claim it as your own. When the coffee drinkers call someone a newcomer, the word begins with a growl and trails off in a sigh. People fresh to town who wander into the store in the innocent search for milk or paper towels usually have the good sense to cling to the side aisles rather than submit themselves to the long scrutiny offered by that march down center. When Ralph doesn’t recognize someone—and he is depressed by the number of strangers in town these days—he tucks his chin in rote acknowledgment of the customer nodding nervously at the gathered men. Then he shakes his head, groaning “foreigner” under his breath.

“Ralph just wants the newcomers to drive through town without stopping, throwing money out the window the whole way,” says Ted, who moved from Port Lavaca in 1985. Well, Ralph likes Ted just fine, considers him to be one of his closest friends in fact. But it is hard to name a problem in Utopia—the road construction, the drinking and the drugging, the loss of fellowship and of land that’s been in families for generations—that the man doesn’t blame on newcomers.

A lot of people here will tell you that the heart of Utopia beats loudest on Sunday mornings at the many churches. But I believe it’s at the back of the General Store where you’ll find its soul. The coffee drinkers, Utopia’s own Greek chorus, could tell me what life used to be like in Utopia and why they were scared to let go of that nostalgia. Of course, if a stranger is a rare sight at coffee, women are more like a myth, spoken of in hushed tones so as not to encourage their reappearance. When I told a woman in town that I was hoping to inflict myself on the men’s early morning routine, she looked at me with a disconcerting mixture of suspicion and pity.


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  • Posted September 13, 2011

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    Welcome to Utopia is an amazing American story. It is the story of a town and its people striving to survive in today's world, while clinging to the ways of the past, the things that made it what and who it is.

    At the heart of the book are four residents of Utopia, Texas: Colter, the son of a real cowboy, who is not one, himself; Kathy, a waitress with three sons gone off to war; Ralph, the retired general store owner; and Kelli, a black rock singer, who also happens to be one of the few black Utopians.

    Utopia is all that we think of as "Small Town America", but it struggles against itself to stay that way, while surviving and wanting to thrive. Almost a contradiction of itself, Utopia is true to itself, which makes you love it. Your heart goes out to the people of Utopia, to make it, to remain true, to survive. But your heart breaks for them as they struggle to be real, to be all that they know is right.

    Welcome to Utopia made me feel what its people felt. I wanted life to be good for the people there. I felt I knew them, and felt honoured to have visited them in their hometown.

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  • Posted May 5, 2011


    I go to school in Utopia and know everybody in this book so its an instant fav.

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  • Posted January 5, 2011

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    Eye-opening masterpiece!

    Eye-opening masterpiece of narrative nonfiction that reminds readers that people view the world, goals, and accomplishments with a different lens based on their environment and setting. In this novel, the setting, is a small town in Texas called Utopia. This town may not see eye to eye on issues involving presidents of the United States or if the city should be allowed to build sidewalks; but when tragedies hit or a family is suffering from financial problems, a person cannot witness a more perfect example of unity than what this town displays in times of crisis. Outsiders are not wanted and old-timers are regarded as the unspoken leaders of the town. As a reader you get thrown into these people whom live in a town where they are outside of the presence of the modern world of televisions and outside influences and you feel their grief and triumphs throughout the book. So many of the younger generations have the aspirations of leaving Utopia and seeing the world, but then once they get the opportunity and get out, its like they cannot get back to Utopia quick enough.....at least most of them. Could you live in this town? Most likely you will never know, because it takes four generations of living in Utopia before you are accepted, but one thing is for sure, I am sure you will accept this book for its exquisite writing of a town that is unique and could entertain the masses. Highly recommended!!!!!!!

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  • Posted August 12, 2010

    An account well done

    The book points out significant differences between small towns and large urban areas. (I must say, however, that even though I live in a large metropolitan area, I have yet to make the acquaintance of a Yale student or graduate.)

    But the book also highlights questions and issues that we all face about our direction in life and how we deal - or don't deal - with relatives, parents, and each other.

    The topic that most surprised me by its absence was the question of illegal immigrants. Or did I overlook something?

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  • Posted June 17, 2010

    A Utopian Perspective

    As a descendant of multiple generations of Utopians, and I enthusiastically approve of this book. I eagerly waited for over a year to see what Karen took from my hometown, and was not dissapointed after reading it in three days.
    It would have been easy for an outside observer to produce an superficial overview of a tiny hick town, full of racism and ignorance, stubbornly stuck in the past.
    However, Karen wasn't content with being a detached observer, instead choosing to embed and immerse herself into the town, taking genuine interest in its residents. She took notice of the details of the history, settings and customs that make Utopia special.
    What she produced was an honest, affectionate, surprisingly thorough account of a community at a crossroads. I find the timing of her arrival interesting, as she did find the town in an unprecedented state of transition. She did a great job of portraying the proud traditions, the generations clinging to them and the angst and yearing of the younger generation.
    While one reviewer stated that her conclusions were neither surprising nor original, I don't believe that she was necessarily intending them to be. She merely wanted to depict a community and lifestyle that is more foreign to most city folks than she was to the old timer coffee drinkers. And so she did.

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    Posted June 7, 2010

    This book is not interesting

    This book sounds like life in any small Texas town written from the point of view of someone that doesn't live in Texas. The author has no feel for the lives or trials experienced by these people. She comes in as an outsider and remains an outsider.

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