He is still on the west coast getting tire repairs when he pronounces one of his conclusions: “This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.” Well, yes. Steinbeck launches his camper trip from Long Island, skirts the northern US just as the snow begins in the fall, stops in California for a moment, starts back toward the east and seems to lose interest.
I stopped where people stopped or gathered, I listened and looked and felt…So it was that I determined to look again, to try to rediscover this monster land.” He set out on his ambitious project with at least one thing missing – the blank slate of youth and insignificance.Īnd then there is the matter of his route. “Once I traveled about in an old bakery wagon, double-doored rattler with a mattress on its floor. Steinbeck at 58, in the flush of his literary success, set out to see his country from the ground up, making an effort to peer into its soul. I enjoyed traveling across 1961 America with Steinbeck and his dog while being surprised that some of the story did not stand the test of time.
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