What does this signify for the materiality and mentality of our everyday life in the hypermodern city?

Regarding Glamis, I should imagine it a ghosty sort of place.

His voice rose in a clacking chatter; his long whip curled over the backs of the dogs, and, eager for the thrill of the trail, the malemiuts leaped out in a straight tawny line, whimpering and whining and clicking their jaws […]

One email was from her brother, however, and this made Bridget both happy and cringeful since she owed him several hundred dollars for some car repairs he'd taken care of for her.