Reading Dust Tracks on a Road feels like what a hitchhiker might hear after being picked up by Zora Neale Hurston in her Cadillac (making dust tracks on the road). Maybe you take it with a grain of salt, maybe not; does it matter how much of the life she's telling you is the truth? She's a great storyteller, she's full of interesting observations, and she's giving you a ride. She's irreverent & full of contrary & iconoclastic opinions. Of course, Zora N H collected stories, so she'd probably ask any hitchhiker she picked up what their story is, & try to get their thoughts about religion, love, & creation before she let them off. She'd probably try to find out if you know any songs, or where to find the people who do. The reviews & analyses & bibliography & chronology after the end of the book are also interesting, in their way. Of note is the 1942 review of Dust Tracks on a Road that seems to be saying that the book gave him permission to use the N*word. Some shit never changes!