It Ain't Hemingway

The music of Justin Vernon offers exhilarating evidence that the rural really are different, and not in the pickup-drivin’, flag-fetishizin’ way that sells in Nashville. Five years ago, following the breakups of his band and his relationship, Vernon retreated from North Carolina to his native Wisconsin. Snowbound in a rustic cabin for the winter—or so the story goes—he produced a collection of quasi-religious hymns to the terrible beauty of heartbreak, which he self-recorded under the name Bon Iver, an intentional bastardization of the French phrase bon hiver (good winter).  For full story visit: Vanity Fair