The Minnesota State Fair

The Agriculture Horticulture building at the Minnesota State Fair, August 28, 2026. (Photo by Mark C. Taylor) 

It’s the end of August, which means it’s time for one of my favorite things: the Minnesota State Fair. 12 days of food, fun, and lots of people, ending on Labor Day. The State Fair has always been a bridge between the seasons: the last gasp of summer, and the entrance to fall and the beginning of the school year. 

The Minnesota State Fair boasts an amazing array of fried foods, animals, and events. There’s something for just about everyone, in my opinion. I am biased, since I’ve been going to the State Fair since I was a kid, and it’s a strong family tradition. I know the Fair doesn’t change much from year to year. Yes, the corn dogs and the pronto pups still taste the same. But there is a certain amount of comfort in the unchanging aspects of the State Fair. The giant pumpkins and the crop art are still in the same places in the Agriculture Horticulture building; the games on the Midway remain largely unchanged from season to season. But things do change at the Fair, and these gradual changes at the Fair seem to me an apt metaphor for life itself. Life usually doesn’t change rapidly, but most often the changes happen slowly, almost imperceptibly, not always measured day to day, but rather year to year.

Of course, the State Fair does change. One of my favorite areas of the Fair was called Heritage Square. It was built in the mid-1960's as a temporary area, but somehow it survived. Probably because no one cared about it. There were train cars full of circus and sideshow histories, a building about the history of the Fair with random memorabilia—it was truly a random catch-all area. You had to want to go to Heritage Square—because it was so hidden away, it was highly unlikely that you would just stumble across it. But eventually progress came for Heritage Square, and it was torn down and replaced by the fancier West End Market. The West End Market is pretty, smooth, and shiny, but for me it will never have the funky charm and odd character of Heritage Square. 

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote a short story about the Minnesota State Fair. “A Night at the Fair” is one of a series of stories detailing the adolescence of Basil Duke Lee. Fitzgerald’s beautiful talent for description is on full display, especially in this passage:

“The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence; the afternoon crowd had thinned a little, and the lanes, empty of people, were heavy with the rich various smells of popcorn and peanuts, molasses and dust, and cooking Wienerwurst and a not-unpleasant overtone of animals and hay. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead. The heat had blown off and there was the crisp stimulating excitement of Northern autumn in the air.”  

What a lovely passage. You can see everything that Fitzgerald describes. What I love about this passage is that Fitzgerald was calling it up in his memory bank at a time when he hadn’t lived in Minnesota for years. But it was all there in his brain, ready for use at any time. In the story, Fitzgerald describes a ride that Basil takes on “Ye Old Mill,” a “tunnel of love” ride that is now the oldest ride at the State Fair. You can still take a ride on “Ye Old Mill,” more than 100 years after Fitzgerald did so.

I still enjoy the State Fair, and now I get to see the Fair through the eyes of my children, which is quite enjoyable. Now they have their own favorite foods they must have, and their own things they want to do. And so, the cycle of the State Fair spins on, like a Ferris wheel, slowly rotating against the brilliant blue of the late summer sky. 

Book Review: A Room of One's Own, by Virginia Woolf (1929)

Since Virginia Woolf’s domination of The Guardian’s list of the 100 best novels of all-time—she scored 5 books on the list—I’ve thought “I should read more of her work.” I picked up A Room of One’s Own at a used bookstore, thinking that I had read it in college, but as I was paging through it, I thought “Hmmm, this has 6 chapters and 125 pages? I think I only read part of it.” Now I can say that I’ve actually read all of A Room of One’s Own. 

First published in 1929, A Room of One’s Own is Woolf’s examination of the hurdles that women face in writing fiction. 97 years later, it’s still a very relevant book. One of the parts that struck me the most is the passage in which Woolf is describing how much power and control men exert over public life at that time. “With the exception of the fog he seemed to control everything. Yet he was angry...it seemed absurd, I thought, turning over the evening paper, that a man with all this power should be angry.” (p.42-3) Yes, that’s it exactly! Think of today’s “manosphere,” which is just spewing toxic anger and vitriolic misogyny. For decades, maybe even centuries, white men have been terrified of losing power, either to non-whites or to women. And Woolf captures that ridiculous anger perfectly. 

Woolf famously wrote that in order to write, a woman needs 500 pounds a year, and “a room of one’s own.” How much would 500 pounds a year be in 2026? According to the Bank of England’s inflation calculator, which can calculate how prices have changed going back to 1209, 500 pounds in 1929 would be 28,375 pounds in 2026. That’s $38,707 in US dollars. $38,700 is a good amount of money, but it wouldn’t necessarily be enough to support yourself if that was your only source of income. It might be able to support you if you were a single woman living in a small town, but if you’re trying to live in midtown Manhattan, $38,700 won’t last you very long. But $38,700 would certainly be a nice cushion if you were getting that much money from, say, an inheritance. 

Woolf comes down a little hard on Charlotte Brontë. Woolf clearly loves Jane Austen, and while she appreciates Brontë, she can’t help but compare the two authors. Woolf writes of Brontë: “she will never get her genius expressed whole and entire. Her books will be deformed and twisted. She will write in a rage where she should write calmly. She will write foolishly where she should write wisely...She is at war with her lot. How could she help but die young, cramped and thwarted?” (p.81) Yikes. It’s hard because our brains always compare two things. Thing A is like this, so Thing B is the opposite. Writer A is like this; Writer B is like that. Two writers will always be different because they are different people, so they will inevitably produce two different works of art, even if they are trying to write about the same subject matter. Some people write calmly, and some people write with fire and fury. 

At the end of Chapter 5, Woolf writes of her fictional female author Mary Carmichael, “Give her another hundred years...she will be a poet...in another hundred years’ time.” (p.106) We’re almost 100 years past Woolf’s book. I don’t claim to be any kind of expert on the current state of women writing fiction, so it would be fascinating to read a leading contemporary female author tackle the same subject that Woolf did, 100 years later.

I’d highly recommend A Room of One’s Own; it’s a fascinating and engaging read.