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袩褗褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械 褋 效邪褉谢懈: 胁 褌褗褉褋械薪械 薪邪 袗屑械褉懈泻邪
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袩褉械蟹 1960 谐. 锌械褌写械褋械褌 懈 芯褋械屑 谐芯写懈褕薪懈褟褌 小褌邪泄薪斜械泻 褋械 泻邪褔胁邪 胁 泻芯谢邪褌邪 褋懈 褋 锌褉懈泻褉械锌械薪邪 芯褌蟹邪写 泻邪褉邪胁邪薪邪 蟹邪械写薪芯 褋 锌褍写械谢邪 褋懈 薪邪 锌褉械泻谢芯薪薪邪 胁褗蟹褉邪褋褌 效邪褉谢懈 懈 褌褉褗谐胁邪 写邪 锌褉械泻芯褋褟胁邪 袗屑械褉懈泻邪, 蟹邪 写邪 褔褍械 懈褋褌懈薪褋泻邪褌邪 褉械褔 薪邪 懈褋褌懈薪褋泻邪 袗屑械褉懈泻邪, 写邪 锌芯屑懈褉懈褕械 薪械泄薪懈褌械 写褗褉胁械褌邪 懈 褌褉械胁邪, 写邪 胁懈写懈 胁褋懈褔泻懈 褑胁械褌芯胁械 薪邪 褋胁械褌谢懈薪邪褌邪. 袩褉械蟹 褌褉懈褌械 屑械褋械褑邪 薪邪 褌芯胁邪 褋胁芯械 锌褉械芯褌泻褉懈胁邪薪械 薪邪 褉芯写懈薪邪褌邪 谐芯谢械屑懈褟褌 锌懈褋邪褌械谢 锌褗褌褍胁邪 锌褉械蟹 蟹邪褌褗薪褌械薪懈 褋褌褉邪薪懈褔薪懈 锌褗褌懈褖邪, 胁械褔械褉褟 褋 褕芯褎褜芯褉懈 薪邪 褌械卸泻芯褌芯胁邪褉薪懈 泻邪屑懈芯薪懈, 褋斜谢褗褋泻胁邪 褋械 褋 屑械褔泻懈 胁 锌邪褉泻邪 袡械谢芯褍褋褌芯褍薪, 褋褉械褖邪 褋褌邪褉懈 锌褉懈褟褌械谢懈 懈 褉芯写薪懈薪懈 胁 小邪薪 肖褉邪薪褋懈褋泻芯. 孝芯泄 褋械 芯锌懈褟薪褟胁邪 芯褌 薪械懈屑芯胁械褉薪芯 斜芯谐邪褌邪褌邪 写褍褕械胁薪芯褋褌 薪邪 邪屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋泻懈褟 薪邪褉芯写, 芯褌 薪械谐芯胁懈褟 械蟹懈泻, 薪芯 褋褗褖芯 褌邪泻邪 褋械 褋斜谢褗褋泻胁邪 泻邪泻褌芯 褋 褉邪褋芯胁邪 薪械褌褗褉锌懈屑芯褋褌, 褌邪泻邪 懈 褋 薪械芯褔邪泻胁邪薪邪褌邪 写芯斜褉芯褌邪 薪邪 薪邪锌褗谢薪芯 薪械锌芯蟹薪邪褌懈 褏芯褉邪.
袛薪械褋, 锌芯胁械褔械 芯褌 45 谐芯写懈薪懈 褋谢械写 褌芯胁邪 锌褗褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械 鈥� 械写薪芯 芯褌 薪邪泄-锌褉芯褔褍褌懈褌械 胁 懈褋褌芯褉懈褟褌邪 薪邪 谢懈褌械褉邪褌褍褉邪褌邪, 蟹邪 褔懈褌邪褌械谢懈褌械 械 褋褗褖芯 褌褗泄 卸懈胁芯褌褉械锌褌褟褖芯 写邪 褔褍褟褌 褉邪蟹褋褗卸写械薪懈褟褌邪 薪邪 薪芯斜械谢芯胁懈褟 谢邪褍褉械邪褌 蟹邪 卸懈胁芯褌邪, 蟹邪 褏芯褉邪褌邪 懈 蟹邪 胁褋懈褔泻芯, 写芯 泻芯械褌芯 褋械 写芯泻芯褋胁邪. 孝芯胁邪, 泻芯械褌芯 锌褉邪胁懈 泻薪懈谐邪褌邪 胁械谢懈泻邪, 械 懈 斜谢懈泻邪褖懈褟褌 芯褌 胁褋械泻懈 褉械写 褏褍屑芯褉, 屑邪泻邪褉 小褌邪泄薪斜械泻 写邪 褋褌懈谐邪 胁 泻褉邪褟 薪邪 锌褗褌褍胁邪薪械褌芯 褋懈 写芯 懈蟹胁芯写邪, 褔械 鈥炑囆拘残敌� 薪械 屑芯卸械 写邪 褋械 蟹邪胁褗褉薪械 褍 写芯屑邪鈥�.
袩褉械蟹 1960 谐. 锌械褌写械褋械褌 懈 芯褋械屑 谐芯写懈褕薪懈褟褌 小褌邪泄薪斜械泻 褋械 泻邪褔胁邪 胁 泻芯谢邪褌邪 褋懈 褋 锌褉懈泻褉械锌械薪邪 芯褌蟹邪写 泻邪褉邪胁邪薪邪 蟹邪械写薪芯 褋 锌褍写械谢邪 褋懈 薪邪 锌褉械泻谢芯薪薪邪 胁褗蟹褉邪褋褌 效邪褉谢懈 懈 褌褉褗谐胁邪 写邪 锌褉械泻芯褋褟胁邪 袗屑械褉懈泻邪, 蟹邪 写邪 褔褍械 懈褋褌懈薪褋泻邪褌邪 褉械褔 薪邪 懈褋褌懈薪褋泻邪 袗屑械褉懈泻邪, 写邪 锌芯屑懈褉懈褕械 薪械泄薪懈褌械 写褗褉胁械褌邪 懈 褌褉械胁邪, 写邪 胁懈写懈 胁褋懈褔泻懈 褑胁械褌芯胁械 薪邪 褋胁械褌谢懈薪邪褌邪. 袩褉械蟹 褌褉懈褌械 屑械褋械褑邪 薪邪 褌芯胁邪 褋胁芯械 锌褉械芯褌泻褉懈胁邪薪械 薪邪 褉芯写懈薪邪褌邪 谐芯谢械屑懈褟褌 锌懈褋邪褌械谢 锌褗褌褍胁邪 锌褉械蟹 蟹邪褌褗薪褌械薪懈 褋褌褉邪薪懈褔薪懈 锌褗褌懈褖邪, 胁械褔械褉褟 褋 褕芯褎褜芯褉懈 薪邪 褌械卸泻芯褌芯胁邪褉薪懈 泻邪屑懈芯薪懈, 褋斜谢褗褋泻胁邪 褋械 褋 屑械褔泻懈 胁 锌邪褉泻邪 袡械谢芯褍褋褌芯褍薪, 褋褉械褖邪 褋褌邪褉懈 锌褉懈褟褌械谢懈 懈 褉芯写薪懈薪懈 胁 小邪薪 肖褉邪薪褋懈褋泻芯. 孝芯泄 褋械 芯锌懈褟薪褟胁邪 芯褌 薪械懈屑芯胁械褉薪芯 斜芯谐邪褌邪褌邪 写褍褕械胁薪芯褋褌 薪邪 邪屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋泻懈褟 薪邪褉芯写, 芯褌 薪械谐芯胁懈褟 械蟹懈泻, 薪芯 褋褗褖芯 褌邪泻邪 褋械 褋斜谢褗褋泻胁邪 泻邪泻褌芯 褋 褉邪褋芯胁邪 薪械褌褗褉锌懈屑芯褋褌, 褌邪泻邪 懈 褋 薪械芯褔邪泻胁邪薪邪褌邪 写芯斜褉芯褌邪 薪邪 薪邪锌褗谢薪芯 薪械锌芯蟹薪邪褌懈 褏芯褉邪.
袛薪械褋, 锌芯胁械褔械 芯褌 45 谐芯写懈薪懈 褋谢械写 褌芯胁邪 锌褗褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械 鈥� 械写薪芯 芯褌 薪邪泄-锌褉芯褔褍褌懈褌械 胁 懈褋褌芯褉懈褟褌邪 薪邪 谢懈褌械褉邪褌褍褉邪褌邪, 蟹邪 褔懈褌邪褌械谢懈褌械 械 褋褗褖芯 褌褗泄 卸懈胁芯褌褉械锌褌褟褖芯 写邪 褔褍褟褌 褉邪蟹褋褗卸写械薪懈褟褌邪 薪邪 薪芯斜械谢芯胁懈褟 谢邪褍褉械邪褌 蟹邪 卸懈胁芯褌邪, 蟹邪 褏芯褉邪褌邪 懈 蟹邪 胁褋懈褔泻芯, 写芯 泻芯械褌芯 褋械 写芯泻芯褋胁邪. 孝芯胁邪, 泻芯械褌芯 锌褉邪胁懈 泻薪懈谐邪褌邪 胁械谢懈泻邪, 械 懈 斜谢懈泻邪褖懈褟褌 芯褌 胁褋械泻懈 褉械写 褏褍屑芯褉, 屑邪泻邪褉 小褌邪泄薪斜械泻 写邪 褋褌懈谐邪 胁 泻褉邪褟 薪邪 锌褗褌褍胁邪薪械褌芯 褋懈 写芯 懈蟹胁芯写邪, 褔械 鈥炑囆拘残敌� 薪械 屑芯卸械 写邪 褋械 蟹邪胁褗褉薪械 褍 写芯屑邪鈥�.
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First published January 1, 1961
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John Steinbeck
945听books24.9k听followersJohn Ernst Steinbeck was an American writer. He won the 1962 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his realistic and imaginative writings, combining as they do sympathetic humor and keen social perception". He has been called "a giant of American letters."
During his writing career, he authored 33 books, with one book coauthored alongside Edward F. Ricketts, including 16 novels, six non-fiction books, and two collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flat (1935) and Cannery Row (1945), the multi-generation epic East of Eden (1952), and the novellas The Red Pony (1933) and Of Mice and Men (1937). The Pulitzer Prize鈥搘inning The Grapes of Wrath (1939) is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. By the 75th anniversary of its publishing date, it had sold 14 million copies.
Most of Steinbeck's work is set in central California, particularly in the Salinas Valley and the California Coast Ranges region. His works frequently explored the themes of fate and injustice, especially as applied to downtrodden or everyman protagonists.
During his writing career, he authored 33 books, with one book coauthored alongside Edward F. Ricketts, including 16 novels, six non-fiction books, and two collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flat (1935) and Cannery Row (1945), the multi-generation epic East of Eden (1952), and the novellas The Red Pony (1933) and Of Mice and Men (1937). The Pulitzer Prize鈥搘inning The Grapes of Wrath (1939) is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. By the 75th anniversary of its publishing date, it had sold 14 million copies.
Most of Steinbeck's work is set in central California, particularly in the Salinas Valley and the California Coast Ranges region. His works frequently explored the themes of fate and injustice, especially as applied to downtrodden or everyman protagonists.
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November 20, 2018
鈥淚 saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any HERE. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every states I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move.鈥�
The steed...Rocinante!
John Steinbeck was not feeling very well before he decided to take a trip across country. It wasn鈥檛 only physical, but also a general malaise about the condition of the country and his own place in it. Early in the book he makes a statement that reveals exactly his state of mind. The words betray a clairvoyance of a near future that would catch up with him in 1968.
鈥淚 have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.鈥�
Okay, that is the life philosophy that he has tried to live by, but it is what he says next that shows that he is feeling the tight grip of his impending demise.
鈥滿y wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby. I knew that ten or twelve thousand miles driving a truck, alone and unattended, over every kind of road, would be hard work, but to me it represented the antidote for the poison of the professional sick man. And in my own life I am not willing to trade quality for quantity. If this projected journey should prove too much then it was time to go anyway. I see too many men delay their exits with a sickly, slow reluctance to leave the stage. It鈥檚 bad theater as well as bad living. I am very fortunate in having a wife who likes being a woman, which means that she likes men, not elderly babies. Although this last foundation for the journey was never discussed I am sure she understood it.鈥�
Steinbeck lighting up the coffin nails that would eventually kill him with the wife he had a hard time leaving behind.
So he is on a heroic quest. He even found the loyal steed to carry him from place to place. He named her Rocinante after the horse in Don Quixote as if he鈥檇 already decided before starting that for most of the journey he was going to be tilting at windmills. Bill Steigerwald, former journalist, in 2010 decided to unravel the murky, twisting road of Steinbeck鈥檚 trip by following in his tire tracks. Instead of a GMC pickup, specially made with a deluxe cabin, Steigerwald took his Toyota Rav4 and slept in Walmart parking lots and used car lots. His goal was to try to part the curtain of pure mythology and actually determine where and what Steinbeck did.
There are discrepancies. There are holes in Steinbeck鈥檚...lets call it a tale...so large that you could have driven Rocinante pulling the Empire State building through these gaps and still had clearance on both sides.
Bill Barich wrote in his book 鈥淟ong Way Home: On the Trail of Steinbeck鈥檚 America鈥�.
鈥淪teinbeck was extremely depressed, in really bad health, and was discouraged by everyone from making the trip. He was trying to recapture his youth, the spirit of the knight-errant. But at that point he was probably incapable of interviewing ordinary people. He鈥檇 become a celebrity and was more interested in talking to Dag Hammarskjold and Adlai Stevenson.鈥�
So the thinking is, that instead of this solo trip where he has cut all ties to the comforts of his life and is out among the people pressing the flesh and writing down his observations of real America, that Travels with Charley is actually a tall tale. The truth is, for most of the trip, he was in luxury hotels, motels, and only camping in Rocinante occasionally. The writing, well crap, he is a novelist. He was not spinning most of it out of whole cloth, but pretty close. The original manuscript, I鈥檓 told, has his wife Elaine as a companion through much more of the trip than what he admits in the book. In the story he has her flying out to Chicago as an emergency care package dropping in to give solace to the weary traveler.
I do find it sweet how attached to his wife he is. He had a hard time leaving her and I鈥檓 sure at some point the decision was made that if this trip is going to be any kind of success at all that he needed the care and comfort of his wife along the way. The book doesn鈥檛 have the same ring to it as Travels with Charley and Elaine.
But let鈥檚 talk about Charley.
鈥�...I took one companion on my journey--an old French gentleman poodle known as Charley. Actually his name is Charles le Chien. He was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French. Otherwise he has to translate, and that slows him down. He is a very big poodle, of a color called bleu, and he is blue when he is clean. Charley is a born diplomat. He prefers negotiation to fighting, and properly so, since he is very bad at fighting.鈥�
Charles le Chien and the author.
We learn that Charley has crooked front teeth that he makes a Ptth sound through whenever he requires Steinbeck鈥檚 attention or as a form of general commentary on the state of affairs. He mutters to himself when agitated and he does have a prostate issue on the trip that required emergency veterinarian help. Unexpected he turns into a demon dog when he catches a whiff of bear in Yellowstone. As Steinbeck refers to him as his suddenly 鈥滼ekyll Headed Dog鈥�. He proves to be a source of comfort to Steinbeck when the blues, which were never far away, would descend upon him.
鈥淎 sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.鈥�
The most depressing moment in the trip is when Steinbeck stops in New Orleans to go see 鈥渢he cheerleaders鈥� and to experience first hand the hatred that was blooming over desegregation of schools.
鈥漈hese blowzy women with their little hats and their clippings hungered for attention. They wanted to be admired. They simpered in happy, almost innocent triumph when they were applauded. Theirs was the demented cruelty of egocentric children, and somehow this made their insensate beastliness much more heartbreaking. These were not mothers, not even women. They were crazy actors playing to a crazy audience.鈥�
These were young, white working mothers who every day stood in front of the schools and screamed the most 鈥漛estial and filthy and degenerate鈥� words at little black girls trying to go to school.
Ruby Bridges, one of four little black girls that had to be escorted to school by U.S. Marshalls.
Most white parents pulled their kids out of the schools, but those brave souls that tried to take their kids to school were met with the same vile language and threats. Soon the black girls were the only ones in the two schools.
It makes me nauseous every time I see footage from this event.
One of my favorite parts of the book was Steinbeck鈥檚 time among the Redwoods.
鈥淭he redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.鈥�
If you have never seen them make sure that on any trip to California that you take the time to go walk among giants. These trees are over a thousand years old and over 95% of the original old growth have been logged for their excellent timber. They are the oldest living things on the planet. How baffling it must be to entities, that are time capsules of the activities of the planet, to find themselves being destroyed by these ants on the surface of the earth who with bits of sharp steel can wipe out a 1,000 years of life within moments.
It shakes the soul to contemplate.
So let us believe that most of this book is fabrication, that Steinbeck poured himself a cup of coffee liberally laced with Applejack and typed up a series of events that never quite happened. He could throw in a few observations about an America that he didn鈥檛 have to stray far from home to determine.
鈥淎merican cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash--all of them--surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered in rubbish. Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountain of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use.鈥�
He could disguise his guile with such pithy remarks as:
鈥�...I cannot commend this account as an America that you will find. So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.鈥�
I鈥檝e taken trips with people that when we arrive back home you would think from comparing their memories to mine that we went to the same place, but possibly in a parallel universe. I feel the same way sometimes when I read a review of a person who read a book I liked. I feel as if we had read two different books.
It is because we did.
My view of life is different from everyone else鈥檚 and so is yours. We have different experiences. We bring those experiences to traveling, to reading, to conversations, and the whole kaleidoscope of it all colors our memories.
Regardless of the level of truth that this book represents I was able to spend 246 pages with the man John Steinbeck. No biographer can ignore the personal philosophies that sprinkle the pages of this book. This is a weary soul that still occasionally finds moments of brightness. He is not a note taker, because he confessed he generally loses them anyway. He lets what he sees percolate through the stratosphere to the core of his brain until the purest of thoughts lands on his tongue. Some of his 鈥渙bservations鈥� were gems, some feel wooden and maybe needed the deft touch of a healthier man. I took his journey, maybe not the physical one he presents, but the journey of the mind of a writer trying to share a few last thoughts with the readers he felt destined to lose.
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The steed...Rocinante!
John Steinbeck was not feeling very well before he decided to take a trip across country. It wasn鈥檛 only physical, but also a general malaise about the condition of the country and his own place in it. Early in the book he makes a statement that reveals exactly his state of mind. The words betray a clairvoyance of a near future that would catch up with him in 1968.
鈥淚 have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.鈥�
Okay, that is the life philosophy that he has tried to live by, but it is what he says next that shows that he is feeling the tight grip of his impending demise.
鈥滿y wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby. I knew that ten or twelve thousand miles driving a truck, alone and unattended, over every kind of road, would be hard work, but to me it represented the antidote for the poison of the professional sick man. And in my own life I am not willing to trade quality for quantity. If this projected journey should prove too much then it was time to go anyway. I see too many men delay their exits with a sickly, slow reluctance to leave the stage. It鈥檚 bad theater as well as bad living. I am very fortunate in having a wife who likes being a woman, which means that she likes men, not elderly babies. Although this last foundation for the journey was never discussed I am sure she understood it.鈥�
Steinbeck lighting up the coffin nails that would eventually kill him with the wife he had a hard time leaving behind.
So he is on a heroic quest. He even found the loyal steed to carry him from place to place. He named her Rocinante after the horse in Don Quixote as if he鈥檇 already decided before starting that for most of the journey he was going to be tilting at windmills. Bill Steigerwald, former journalist, in 2010 decided to unravel the murky, twisting road of Steinbeck鈥檚 trip by following in his tire tracks. Instead of a GMC pickup, specially made with a deluxe cabin, Steigerwald took his Toyota Rav4 and slept in Walmart parking lots and used car lots. His goal was to try to part the curtain of pure mythology and actually determine where and what Steinbeck did.
There are discrepancies. There are holes in Steinbeck鈥檚...lets call it a tale...so large that you could have driven Rocinante pulling the Empire State building through these gaps and still had clearance on both sides.
Bill Barich wrote in his book 鈥淟ong Way Home: On the Trail of Steinbeck鈥檚 America鈥�.
鈥淪teinbeck was extremely depressed, in really bad health, and was discouraged by everyone from making the trip. He was trying to recapture his youth, the spirit of the knight-errant. But at that point he was probably incapable of interviewing ordinary people. He鈥檇 become a celebrity and was more interested in talking to Dag Hammarskjold and Adlai Stevenson.鈥�
So the thinking is, that instead of this solo trip where he has cut all ties to the comforts of his life and is out among the people pressing the flesh and writing down his observations of real America, that Travels with Charley is actually a tall tale. The truth is, for most of the trip, he was in luxury hotels, motels, and only camping in Rocinante occasionally. The writing, well crap, he is a novelist. He was not spinning most of it out of whole cloth, but pretty close. The original manuscript, I鈥檓 told, has his wife Elaine as a companion through much more of the trip than what he admits in the book. In the story he has her flying out to Chicago as an emergency care package dropping in to give solace to the weary traveler.
I do find it sweet how attached to his wife he is. He had a hard time leaving her and I鈥檓 sure at some point the decision was made that if this trip is going to be any kind of success at all that he needed the care and comfort of his wife along the way. The book doesn鈥檛 have the same ring to it as Travels with Charley and Elaine.
But let鈥檚 talk about Charley.
鈥�...I took one companion on my journey--an old French gentleman poodle known as Charley. Actually his name is Charles le Chien. He was born in Bercy on the outskirts of Paris and trained in France, and while he knows a little poodle-English, he responds quickly only to commands in French. Otherwise he has to translate, and that slows him down. He is a very big poodle, of a color called bleu, and he is blue when he is clean. Charley is a born diplomat. He prefers negotiation to fighting, and properly so, since he is very bad at fighting.鈥�
Charles le Chien and the author.
We learn that Charley has crooked front teeth that he makes a Ptth sound through whenever he requires Steinbeck鈥檚 attention or as a form of general commentary on the state of affairs. He mutters to himself when agitated and he does have a prostate issue on the trip that required emergency veterinarian help. Unexpected he turns into a demon dog when he catches a whiff of bear in Yellowstone. As Steinbeck refers to him as his suddenly 鈥滼ekyll Headed Dog鈥�. He proves to be a source of comfort to Steinbeck when the blues, which were never far away, would descend upon him.
鈥淎 sad soul can kill you quicker, far quicker, than a germ.鈥�
The most depressing moment in the trip is when Steinbeck stops in New Orleans to go see 鈥渢he cheerleaders鈥� and to experience first hand the hatred that was blooming over desegregation of schools.
鈥漈hese blowzy women with their little hats and their clippings hungered for attention. They wanted to be admired. They simpered in happy, almost innocent triumph when they were applauded. Theirs was the demented cruelty of egocentric children, and somehow this made their insensate beastliness much more heartbreaking. These were not mothers, not even women. They were crazy actors playing to a crazy audience.鈥�
These were young, white working mothers who every day stood in front of the schools and screamed the most 鈥漛estial and filthy and degenerate鈥� words at little black girls trying to go to school.
Ruby Bridges, one of four little black girls that had to be escorted to school by U.S. Marshalls.
Most white parents pulled their kids out of the schools, but those brave souls that tried to take their kids to school were met with the same vile language and threats. Soon the black girls were the only ones in the two schools.
It makes me nauseous every time I see footage from this event.
One of my favorite parts of the book was Steinbeck鈥檚 time among the Redwoods.
鈥淭he redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.鈥�
If you have never seen them make sure that on any trip to California that you take the time to go walk among giants. These trees are over a thousand years old and over 95% of the original old growth have been logged for their excellent timber. They are the oldest living things on the planet. How baffling it must be to entities, that are time capsules of the activities of the planet, to find themselves being destroyed by these ants on the surface of the earth who with bits of sharp steel can wipe out a 1,000 years of life within moments.
It shakes the soul to contemplate.
So let us believe that most of this book is fabrication, that Steinbeck poured himself a cup of coffee liberally laced with Applejack and typed up a series of events that never quite happened. He could throw in a few observations about an America that he didn鈥檛 have to stray far from home to determine.
鈥淎merican cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash--all of them--surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered in rubbish. Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountain of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use.鈥�
He could disguise his guile with such pithy remarks as:
鈥�...I cannot commend this account as an America that you will find. So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.鈥�
I鈥檝e taken trips with people that when we arrive back home you would think from comparing their memories to mine that we went to the same place, but possibly in a parallel universe. I feel the same way sometimes when I read a review of a person who read a book I liked. I feel as if we had read two different books.
It is because we did.
My view of life is different from everyone else鈥檚 and so is yours. We have different experiences. We bring those experiences to traveling, to reading, to conversations, and the whole kaleidoscope of it all colors our memories.
Regardless of the level of truth that this book represents I was able to spend 246 pages with the man John Steinbeck. No biographer can ignore the personal philosophies that sprinkle the pages of this book. This is a weary soul that still occasionally finds moments of brightness. He is not a note taker, because he confessed he generally loses them anyway. He lets what he sees percolate through the stratosphere to the core of his brain until the purest of thoughts lands on his tongue. Some of his 鈥渙bservations鈥� were gems, some feel wooden and maybe needed the deft touch of a healthier man. I took his journey, maybe not the physical one he presents, but the journey of the mind of a writer trying to share a few last thoughts with the readers he felt destined to lose.
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June 26, 2018
dude, steinbeck is so much better than kerouac.
and i know that is a totally obvious statement, but if i want to read a story about a man traveling across america and describing his findings, it is going to be a man with a varied vocabulary, a keen eye for detail, and some powers of interpreting his experiences. john, i am listening...
this is my first nonfiction from steinbeck, and i am impressed with how conversational it reads. he has a real skill in making his experiences near-visible to the reader,in both his physical descriptions and his musings about what an "american" is. i feel like he would be a fantastic road-trip companion, and i envy charley.
and that is another thing. when it comes to dogs, i am completely breed-ist. there are dogs that i love, and then there are dogs i think should be banned from breeding, so i don't have to see them ever again. poodles are among these breeds. they are the silliest of all dogs, and how a man's man like steinbeck could travel across the country with one of them baffles me.
this is not a dog, it is an aberration:
but, for steinbeck's sake, i can read about a poodle for a little while, and it is sweet how they bond with each other. but i still think they are ugly and not "real" dogs.
steinbeck misses out on an investment opportunity:
if i were a good businessman, and cared a tittle for my unborn great-grandchildren, which i do not, i would gather all the junk and the wrecked automobiles, comb the city dumps, and pile these gleanings in mountains and spray the whole thing with that stuff the navy uses to mothball ships. at the end of a hundred years my descendants would be permitted to open this treasure trove and would be the antique kings of the world. if the battered, cracked, and broken stuff our ancestors tried to get rid of now brings so much money, think what a 1954 oldsmobile, or a 1960 toastmaster will bring - and a vintage waring mixer - lord, the possibilities are endless! things we have to pay to have hauled away could bring fortunes.
of course he is being facetious here, but i for one would kill for some vintage appliances - in another life - in a better apartment - i would have a fantastic kitchen filled with these old timey kitchen things, and i curse steinbeck for not giving a tittle.
steinbeck does not get sucked into revisionist nostalgia:
even while i protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, i know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. mother's cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech i mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. it is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better. but it is true that we have exchanged corpulence for starvation, and either one will kill us.
i am so glad my real-world book club finally chose something i can review on here instead of just a short story or an essay or a poem...and this time, i will have something to add! they are all european intellectual types, with their tales of berlin and ukraine and their war stories (as both witness and participant) and i just sit there and drink my wine and play the role of "very good young listener". thank you, steinbeck for giving america some street cred and fodder for booktalks!
and i know that is a totally obvious statement, but if i want to read a story about a man traveling across america and describing his findings, it is going to be a man with a varied vocabulary, a keen eye for detail, and some powers of interpreting his experiences. john, i am listening...
this is my first nonfiction from steinbeck, and i am impressed with how conversational it reads. he has a real skill in making his experiences near-visible to the reader,in both his physical descriptions and his musings about what an "american" is. i feel like he would be a fantastic road-trip companion, and i envy charley.
and that is another thing. when it comes to dogs, i am completely breed-ist. there are dogs that i love, and then there are dogs i think should be banned from breeding, so i don't have to see them ever again. poodles are among these breeds. they are the silliest of all dogs, and how a man's man like steinbeck could travel across the country with one of them baffles me.
this is not a dog, it is an aberration:
but, for steinbeck's sake, i can read about a poodle for a little while, and it is sweet how they bond with each other. but i still think they are ugly and not "real" dogs.
steinbeck misses out on an investment opportunity:
if i were a good businessman, and cared a tittle for my unborn great-grandchildren, which i do not, i would gather all the junk and the wrecked automobiles, comb the city dumps, and pile these gleanings in mountains and spray the whole thing with that stuff the navy uses to mothball ships. at the end of a hundred years my descendants would be permitted to open this treasure trove and would be the antique kings of the world. if the battered, cracked, and broken stuff our ancestors tried to get rid of now brings so much money, think what a 1954 oldsmobile, or a 1960 toastmaster will bring - and a vintage waring mixer - lord, the possibilities are endless! things we have to pay to have hauled away could bring fortunes.
of course he is being facetious here, but i for one would kill for some vintage appliances - in another life - in a better apartment - i would have a fantastic kitchen filled with these old timey kitchen things, and i curse steinbeck for not giving a tittle.
steinbeck does not get sucked into revisionist nostalgia:
even while i protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, i know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. mother's cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech i mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. it is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better. but it is true that we have exchanged corpulence for starvation, and either one will kill us.
i am so glad my real-world book club finally chose something i can review on here instead of just a short story or an essay or a poem...and this time, i will have something to add! they are all european intellectual types, with their tales of berlin and ukraine and their war stories (as both witness and participant) and i just sit there and drink my wine and play the role of "very good young listener". thank you, steinbeck for giving america some street cred and fodder for booktalks!
October 22, 2024
He came.
He saw.
He brought a poodle. Good boy, Charley.
Charley with Nobel Winning author John Steinbeck
If you are like me, you will recognize the impulse of wanderlust. John Steinbeck felt this too, opening his book Travels With Charley with a humorous reflection on how people always told him his wanderlust would be cured with old age but, at 58 when he set out with his dog, Charley, this hadn鈥檛 seemed to abate even a little. 鈥�Perhaps my greatest wisdom is the knowledge that I do not know,鈥� he writes, and so he sets off to see what he does not yet know of the land and the people in it. While the book is usually thought of as a travelog, Steinbeck鈥檚 thoughts and reflections on his journey through the 鈥�new America of the 1960鈥檚 becomes more an intimate portrait of the writer himself and his thoughts on loneliness, travel, the country in a state of change and, ultimately, himself. It is a lovely little book, full of Steinbeck鈥檚 signature charm and wit, and while it is a gaze at an era now gone, it is still a meaningful and beautifully introspective read.
鈥�I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.鈥�
For those with the traveling spirit, this is practically a book of meditations with hardly a page that goes by without one sentence worth underlining or committing to memory. When I first read this, I was going through a huge Steinbeck phase in college and getting out on the road was something always on my mind. And itinerary whenever the opportunity presented itself. There are some gorgeous reflections on taking journeys to be found here:
Through the book we ride along shotgun with Charley on our lap (good boy) and experience the states with him as he passes through. 鈥�I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments,鈥� he says in typical old-Steinbeck fashion, 鈥�and nowhere is my natural anarchism more aroused than at national borders.鈥� Steinbeck longs for freedom and while he admits the natural impulse at an older age is to resist change, he has set out to see it and meet it. Unfortunately it has been discovered that , or embellished, and some of the people he meets along the way are caricatures or composites, but the story is 鈥榯rue enough鈥� and if you feel it in your heart, it might as well be true. I came to Steinbeck through his fiction that always felt like a truer understanding of life than most things I鈥檇 known anyways, so whatever.
鈥�One goes, not so much to see but to tell afterward.鈥�
Whether you have a love for travel, an appreciate of Steinbeck, or just need a good book that will make you feel nice inside, Travels for Charley is a winner.
4.5/5
鈥�People don鈥檛 take trips鈥攖rips take people.鈥�
He saw.
He brought a poodle. Good boy, Charley.
Charley with Nobel Winning author John Steinbeck
If you are like me, you will recognize the impulse of wanderlust. John Steinbeck felt this too, opening his book Travels With Charley with a humorous reflection on how people always told him his wanderlust would be cured with old age but, at 58 when he set out with his dog, Charley, this hadn鈥檛 seemed to abate even a little. 鈥�Perhaps my greatest wisdom is the knowledge that I do not know,鈥� he writes, and so he sets off to see what he does not yet know of the land and the people in it. While the book is usually thought of as a travelog, Steinbeck鈥檚 thoughts and reflections on his journey through the 鈥�new America of the 1960鈥檚 becomes more an intimate portrait of the writer himself and his thoughts on loneliness, travel, the country in a state of change and, ultimately, himself. It is a lovely little book, full of Steinbeck鈥檚 signature charm and wit, and while it is a gaze at an era now gone, it is still a meaningful and beautifully introspective read.
鈥�I was born lost and take no pleasure in being found.鈥�
For those with the traveling spirit, this is practically a book of meditations with hardly a page that goes by without one sentence worth underlining or committing to memory. When I first read this, I was going through a huge Steinbeck phase in college and getting out on the road was something always on my mind. And itinerary whenever the opportunity presented itself. There are some gorgeous reflections on taking journeys to be found here:
鈥�Once a journey is designed, equipped, and put in process, a new factor enters and takes over. A trip, a safari, an exploration, is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. Tour masters, schedules, reservations, brass-bound and inevitable, dash themselves to wreckage on the personality of the trip. Only when this is recognized can the blown-in-the glass bum relax and go along with it. Only then do the frustrations fall away. In this a journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.鈥�
Through the book we ride along shotgun with Charley on our lap (good boy) and experience the states with him as he passes through. 鈥�I find out of long experience that I admire all nations and hate all governments,鈥� he says in typical old-Steinbeck fashion, 鈥�and nowhere is my natural anarchism more aroused than at national borders.鈥� Steinbeck longs for freedom and while he admits the natural impulse at an older age is to resist change, he has set out to see it and meet it. Unfortunately it has been discovered that , or embellished, and some of the people he meets along the way are caricatures or composites, but the story is 鈥榯rue enough鈥� and if you feel it in your heart, it might as well be true. I came to Steinbeck through his fiction that always felt like a truer understanding of life than most things I鈥檇 known anyways, so whatever.
鈥�One goes, not so much to see but to tell afterward.鈥�
Whether you have a love for travel, an appreciate of Steinbeck, or just need a good book that will make you feel nice inside, Travels for Charley is a winner.
4.5/5
鈥�People don鈥檛 take trips鈥攖rips take people.鈥�
January 15, 2022
"Travels with Charley: In Search of America" by John Steinbeck is a travelogue of his 1960 camping trip across America!
This is my last read and review of 2021! It's also the December '21 selection for the community book club I belong to and I'm so glad we picked it. It was the perfect book for a great end of year discussion!
John Steinbeck! Yes, that is a complete sentence. He's an author who writes stories about our country and its people, but at the age of fifty-eight, he felt he had lost touch with what he writes about and wanted to experience America and its people first hand.
There is debate over this book being non-fiction versus fiction, that Mr. Steinbeck did not travel and camp across America with his pooch. But, let's face it, this man is a novelist. He's creative, he imagines, he makes stories up, that's what he does. So why is it so shocking that this trek across America didn't actually happen?
To me, it doesn't matter. I don't feel snookered, it makes me smile. This story is creative and I was enthralled and entertained by each chapter. A book written by John Steinbeck, traveling America in his truck with a camper top and his dog by his side, talking to the 'folks' he met along the way, what's not to love?
What I discovered while listening to this audiobook was how much Mr. Steinbeck cared about our county, the people, and how in touch he was with what was happening during the 1960's and how insightful he was about our future. He spoke of the environment, loss of regional differences and uniqueness throughout our country. As a lifelong observer, he clearly understood the progression of things to come.
John Steinbeck is driving, I'm a passenger with Charley between us. He's sharing his thoughts, I'm listening and fascinated while Charley, his standard poodle, sleeps most of the way and most likely takes up most of the seat! The audiobook felt that real and was expertly narrated by Gary Sinise.
After I finished listening it occurred to me that perhaps John Steinbeck wasn't 'in search of America' as much as he was searching for himself. It is said that he was depressed, in poor health and you can feel the low points in his writing, especially towards the end.
This book was published in 1962 the same year he won a Nobel Prize for Literature. Sadly, John Steinbeck died of heart failure in 1968 at the age of sixty-six.
It's exciting to end 2021 on such a high note with a 5 star read! I highly recommend this creative and entertaining book!
This is my last read and review of 2021! It's also the December '21 selection for the community book club I belong to and I'm so glad we picked it. It was the perfect book for a great end of year discussion!
John Steinbeck! Yes, that is a complete sentence. He's an author who writes stories about our country and its people, but at the age of fifty-eight, he felt he had lost touch with what he writes about and wanted to experience America and its people first hand.
There is debate over this book being non-fiction versus fiction, that Mr. Steinbeck did not travel and camp across America with his pooch. But, let's face it, this man is a novelist. He's creative, he imagines, he makes stories up, that's what he does. So why is it so shocking that this trek across America didn't actually happen?
To me, it doesn't matter. I don't feel snookered, it makes me smile. This story is creative and I was enthralled and entertained by each chapter. A book written by John Steinbeck, traveling America in his truck with a camper top and his dog by his side, talking to the 'folks' he met along the way, what's not to love?
What I discovered while listening to this audiobook was how much Mr. Steinbeck cared about our county, the people, and how in touch he was with what was happening during the 1960's and how insightful he was about our future. He spoke of the environment, loss of regional differences and uniqueness throughout our country. As a lifelong observer, he clearly understood the progression of things to come.
John Steinbeck is driving, I'm a passenger with Charley between us. He's sharing his thoughts, I'm listening and fascinated while Charley, his standard poodle, sleeps most of the way and most likely takes up most of the seat! The audiobook felt that real and was expertly narrated by Gary Sinise.
After I finished listening it occurred to me that perhaps John Steinbeck wasn't 'in search of America' as much as he was searching for himself. It is said that he was depressed, in poor health and you can feel the low points in his writing, especially towards the end.
This book was published in 1962 the same year he won a Nobel Prize for Literature. Sadly, John Steinbeck died of heart failure in 1968 at the age of sixty-six.
It's exciting to end 2021 on such a high note with a 5 star read! I highly recommend this creative and entertaining book!
January 5, 2023
John Steinbeck put a house on a pickup, left the wife behind in their Long Island home and traveled the nation for several months. This is his tale of that experience. I found many quotables here, and I guess one should expect that when the traveler鈥檚 name is Steinbeck. In a book of about two hundred pages, one can hardly expect a detailed look at all of America. Steinbeck picks his spots. Sometimes they work, sometimes not. It was, of necessity, merely a sketch of some parts of the country. But some of those sketches should hang in the Louvres. Two in particular grabbed me. His description of 鈥淭he Cheerleaders,鈥� a group of women who gathered every day at a newly integrated southern elementary school to taunt and threaten the black kids and Steinbeck鈥檚 look at the culture surrounding that was chilling, a close portrait of an incendiary place at an incendiary time, and is, alone, a reason to read this book. The other was his depiction of a redwood forest in northern California, where the massive trees alter dawn and blot out the night sky.
Steinbeck and Charley - from the NY Times
The subtitle of the book is 鈥淚n Search of America.鈥� What travel books are really about, particularly when undertaken by a literary person, is self-discovery. It works the same as in literature. The road, the quest, the journey all exist in an interior landscape and lead to an inner destination. I did not feel that this was much at work here, and was disappointed. Steinbeck kept his eyes on the external road. Sometimes his snapshots of early 1960s America were uninteresting. Sometimes they were compelling. The compelling parts made the trip one worth taking.
=============================EXTRA STUFF
Apparently, there is some thought that not all the material in this book was actually...um...real. GR friend Jim sent along a link to a site by a guy named , who writes about Steinbeck. Looks like he did a fair bit of research and concluded that Steinbeck's journey may have been more of an internal one than we believed. check it out.
Steinbeck and Charley - from the NY Times
The subtitle of the book is 鈥淚n Search of America.鈥� What travel books are really about, particularly when undertaken by a literary person, is self-discovery. It works the same as in literature. The road, the quest, the journey all exist in an interior landscape and lead to an inner destination. I did not feel that this was much at work here, and was disappointed. Steinbeck kept his eyes on the external road. Sometimes his snapshots of early 1960s America were uninteresting. Sometimes they were compelling. The compelling parts made the trip one worth taking.
=============================EXTRA STUFF
Apparently, there is some thought that not all the material in this book was actually...um...real. GR friend Jim sent along a link to a site by a guy named , who writes about Steinbeck. Looks like he did a fair bit of research and concluded that Steinbeck's journey may have been more of an internal one than we believed. check it out.
October 19, 2017
I usually enjoy fiction, but a mite cheated when I learn that a travelogue isn't. I'm sure some people enjoy the writing regardless of the misleading content. Steinbeck never went to some of the places in the book, he made up the folks that he never met and the hotels and resorts he and his wife stayed in are a bit more luxurious than the camper top on his GMC pick-up.
On the plus side, he did purchase a pick-up truck and add a camper top to it. His wife did have a poodle named Charley.
On the plus side, he did purchase a pick-up truck and add a camper top to it. His wife did have a poodle named Charley.
January 6, 2025
This work is a very different story from the other Steinbeck books I have read so far (Of Mice and Men, The Pearl). It is another genre our author is tackling here. It is no longer a matter of fiction in which many elements are linked to his life, but rather his daily life鈥攁 daily in a particular context, of course, but a daily all the same.
I like travel reports, especially for their hectic and unexpected things. The pace here is a bit slower than I expected at the start. But let's put it in context: this isn't about many raving youngsters going on an adventure to accomplish the 400 moves. This travel is the quiet journey of a man who is no longer very young and does not go on an adventure but to meet his contemporary fellow citizens to understand them better.
I like travel reports, especially for their hectic and unexpected things. The pace here is a bit slower than I expected at the start. But let's put it in context: this isn't about many raving youngsters going on an adventure to accomplish the 400 moves. This travel is the quiet journey of a man who is no longer very young and does not go on an adventure but to meet his contemporary fellow citizens to understand them better.
June 19, 2019
4 to 4.5 stars
It seems like lately I have been reading a lot of books about road trips. This is just fine with me as I love the open road! Getting some perspective on others' experiences on the highway combines road trips with my other favorite hobby . . . reading, of course!
Travels With Charlie is mid 20th century America in the words of one of the most American authors that ever was. Just a truck, a dog, and the open road. It is poetic and beautiful. It is dark and mysterious. It funny and infuriating. Don't go in expecting a smooth ride, because 1960s America was full of pot holes and speed traps!
Steinbeck is viewing post WWII America before new technology takes over and shrinks the country down. When each region still each had a strong unique mystique of their own. Where prejudices still ran high in some places if you were not a local or not the right color (and, yes, I know this is still an issue today, but what Steinbeck describes is extreme). And when vending machines at rest stops could still blow Steinbeck's mind as the most cutting edge retail technology. He pulls no punches when it comes to telling the reader how much he loved or loathed his experiences. Because of this, some people may have a hard time reading this without getting upset.
I think works like this are so important. We have plenty of books preserving information on major historical events, but day to day life needs it's time in the sun as well. To be able to read something like this about life in my country around the time my parents were teenagers has the potential to impact me a lot more than learning about the major news events of the time period. I am not sure how much an impact this book might have on non-Americans, but I think everyone who grew up in the United States will be captivated.
It seems like lately I have been reading a lot of books about road trips. This is just fine with me as I love the open road! Getting some perspective on others' experiences on the highway combines road trips with my other favorite hobby . . . reading, of course!
Travels With Charlie is mid 20th century America in the words of one of the most American authors that ever was. Just a truck, a dog, and the open road. It is poetic and beautiful. It is dark and mysterious. It funny and infuriating. Don't go in expecting a smooth ride, because 1960s America was full of pot holes and speed traps!
Steinbeck is viewing post WWII America before new technology takes over and shrinks the country down. When each region still each had a strong unique mystique of their own. Where prejudices still ran high in some places if you were not a local or not the right color (and, yes, I know this is still an issue today, but what Steinbeck describes is extreme). And when vending machines at rest stops could still blow Steinbeck's mind as the most cutting edge retail technology. He pulls no punches when it comes to telling the reader how much he loved or loathed his experiences. Because of this, some people may have a hard time reading this without getting upset.
I think works like this are so important. We have plenty of books preserving information on major historical events, but day to day life needs it's time in the sun as well. To be able to read something like this about life in my country around the time my parents were teenagers has the potential to impact me a lot more than learning about the major news events of the time period. I am not sure how much an impact this book might have on non-Americans, but I think everyone who grew up in the United States will be captivated.
April 10, 2020
Audiobook.... narrated by the wonderful Gary Sinise
Wow!!!! Okay..... I am fully satisfied!!!!!
This book calmed the anxiousness of my mind, and really moved me!
While listening to Gary Sinise read John Steinbeck鈥檚 book...(Gary鈥檚 voice was a perfect match for Steinbeck),
I was aware of how grateful this 鈥榖ook-companion鈥�, was warming my heart....
[thanks to our Public library/overdrive].
It was just what I needed!
Steinbeck鈥檚 cross-country-road-trip-companion鈥擺his loyal-French-immigrant- poodle] was named *Charley*.
Steinbeck & Charley set out to reconnect with people from all walks of life in America....
during the 1960鈥檚.
Steinbeck never used his real name so he could be an ordinary old chum ( without any 鈥榓w鈥�-concerns to deal with).
Given Steinbeck wrote many books about America鈥� he was ready to explore more intimately. What better way to experience the country than with a faithful dog and a reliable working RV?
Honestly- traveling in an RV has never been my desire鈥攂ut with days like these鈥�
it鈥檚 sounds rather nice!
Also, having visited the Steinbeck museum and his house, in Salinas several times, I can easily visualize the truck, photos, and paraphernalia displays from his journey adventures.
It鈥檚 been 4 weeks of house-bound for those of us living in the SFBay area鈥攍onger and short times for others across the globe鈥� (due to the social distancing coronavirus lifestyle), and a Nationwide road trip touched on the freedom than I can 鈥榓lmost鈥� remember!
I was happy to travel with Steinbeck on his adventures across America. ( and dream a little myself).
What was so fascinating to me was reading about this great author鈥檚 awareness of needing to replenish his own 鈥楢merica-appreciation-tank鈥�.
I mean 鈥� isn鈥檛 that something many of us American鈥檚 are itching to do ourselves these days? Refill our American-appreciation-tanks?
Steinbeck was one of the greatest American authors.
His writing was masterful and eloquent.
鈥漈ravels With Charley in Search of America.... crossing state lines...was absolutely witty & wonderful...
...fabulous descriptions & imagery from New York to California and back again.....
....unforgettable charming funny and grumping characters!
The dialogue was hilarious at times -
It was also heartbreaking when faced with racial issues in the South.
While hibernating here at home in my own little world .... during these tempestuous - and down right scary unsettling times, I was reminded that we 鈥榓re鈥� UNITED states.
Steinbeck said it clearly:
鈥淚 admire all nations and hate all governments鈥�.
Wow!!!! Okay..... I am fully satisfied!!!!!
This book calmed the anxiousness of my mind, and really moved me!
While listening to Gary Sinise read John Steinbeck鈥檚 book...(Gary鈥檚 voice was a perfect match for Steinbeck),
I was aware of how grateful this 鈥榖ook-companion鈥�, was warming my heart....
[thanks to our Public library/overdrive].
It was just what I needed!
Steinbeck鈥檚 cross-country-road-trip-companion鈥擺his loyal-French-immigrant- poodle] was named *Charley*.
Steinbeck & Charley set out to reconnect with people from all walks of life in America....
during the 1960鈥檚.
Steinbeck never used his real name so he could be an ordinary old chum ( without any 鈥榓w鈥�-concerns to deal with).
Given Steinbeck wrote many books about America鈥� he was ready to explore more intimately. What better way to experience the country than with a faithful dog and a reliable working RV?
Honestly- traveling in an RV has never been my desire鈥攂ut with days like these鈥�
it鈥檚 sounds rather nice!
Also, having visited the Steinbeck museum and his house, in Salinas several times, I can easily visualize the truck, photos, and paraphernalia displays from his journey adventures.
It鈥檚 been 4 weeks of house-bound for those of us living in the SFBay area鈥攍onger and short times for others across the globe鈥� (due to the social distancing coronavirus lifestyle), and a Nationwide road trip touched on the freedom than I can 鈥榓lmost鈥� remember!
I was happy to travel with Steinbeck on his adventures across America. ( and dream a little myself).
What was so fascinating to me was reading about this great author鈥檚 awareness of needing to replenish his own 鈥楢merica-appreciation-tank鈥�.
I mean 鈥� isn鈥檛 that something many of us American鈥檚 are itching to do ourselves these days? Refill our American-appreciation-tanks?
Steinbeck was one of the greatest American authors.
His writing was masterful and eloquent.
鈥漈ravels With Charley in Search of America.... crossing state lines...was absolutely witty & wonderful...
...fabulous descriptions & imagery from New York to California and back again.....
....unforgettable charming funny and grumping characters!
The dialogue was hilarious at times -
It was also heartbreaking when faced with racial issues in the South.
While hibernating here at home in my own little world .... during these tempestuous - and down right scary unsettling times, I was reminded that we 鈥榓re鈥� UNITED states.
Steinbeck said it clearly:
鈥淚 admire all nations and hate all governments鈥�.
August 8, 2020
Loved it! A favorite of the year. For years I wanted to read this one. Always interested in hearing about people and their travels. But to be honest, wasn't sure I was a Steinbeck fan. Read his big ones earlier and just kinda eh, not my thing. I got this one a few times for the library and would return thinking he's probably not for me. But something this time pushed me and I started in still being a naysayer (not for me) but I was soon sucked into the story and just didn't want it to end.
In the 1960's, Steinbeck decides he wants to travel the states, meet people, talk with them, and just learn about his surroundings. He gets his wheels, where he sleeps and dines, which he names Rocinante and brings along his travelling companion, Charley. His French poodle who frequently says 'ffftt' to him and gets his meaning across. Steinbeck travels and meets many different types of people or characters, telling you the story, the interactions, and all about what he sees as he travels all over the place. Who doesn't love a travel story of someone just getting in their car, taking the dog, and travelling the open road.
I grabbed the audio and LOVED IT! Gary Sinise narrated and it was awesome and he added so much to it. Would it had been a 5 star for me without the narration....really can't say as the two were just a perfect marriage. I enjoyed the story and would love to read it again, in print. But it was one of the better narrations I've listened to. In my overall top 5 ever. I will have to say, Steinbeck's observations in the 60's are sometime relevant now (funny how things don't change) but also towards the end, think might be an issue for what is going on in the world these days. But if you want a good story, hear about the open road, and want to be drawn into an amazing narration....I highly suggest this one! I'm off to look for another Steinbeck. Maybe he is for me now.
In the 1960's, Steinbeck decides he wants to travel the states, meet people, talk with them, and just learn about his surroundings. He gets his wheels, where he sleeps and dines, which he names Rocinante and brings along his travelling companion, Charley. His French poodle who frequently says 'ffftt' to him and gets his meaning across. Steinbeck travels and meets many different types of people or characters, telling you the story, the interactions, and all about what he sees as he travels all over the place. Who doesn't love a travel story of someone just getting in their car, taking the dog, and travelling the open road.
I grabbed the audio and LOVED IT! Gary Sinise narrated and it was awesome and he added so much to it. Would it had been a 5 star for me without the narration....really can't say as the two were just a perfect marriage. I enjoyed the story and would love to read it again, in print. But it was one of the better narrations I've listened to. In my overall top 5 ever. I will have to say, Steinbeck's observations in the 60's are sometime relevant now (funny how things don't change) but also towards the end, think might be an issue for what is going on in the world these days. But if you want a good story, hear about the open road, and want to be drawn into an amazing narration....I highly suggest this one! I'm off to look for another Steinbeck. Maybe he is for me now.
January 2, 2021
I came across this dusty hardcover at an estate sale last month. This particular edition from 1962 offered a crisp, weathered cover and an inviting sketch of a man, a dog and a truck.
I hopped on board.
This is Steinbeck, but not the Steinbeck of fiction, the one who stands behind his creations and his delicious use of silence and space. This is Steinbeck the man.
Turns out that Steinbeck the man, here recorded for all time, in his late fifties was a bit depressed, recently diagnosed as being on his way toward heart trouble, and a little weary of the world. He was also worried he was becoming "soft."
So, he planned an extensive road trip, had a vehicle designed for it, and hit the road with Charley, his dog, circa 1960.
This is a travelogue, but an unexpected one. Yes, the reader is taken throughout the regions of America the Beautiful. But, it is more impressive as a philosophical journey. And, even though it is sometimes dated in its fifty-year-old observations, most of what he experiences here could stand the test of time.
I can think of plenty of friends who would love this book, and plenty who would set it down, bored.
All I can tell you is that I cried through most of it. Not sobs, but fat, messy tears. I related to his thoughts to the point of wondering if I'm him, reincarnated. I had no idea I had so much in common with John Steinbeck.
And, after all, who doesn't love a good road trip?
I hopped on board.
This is Steinbeck, but not the Steinbeck of fiction, the one who stands behind his creations and his delicious use of silence and space. This is Steinbeck the man.
Turns out that Steinbeck the man, here recorded for all time, in his late fifties was a bit depressed, recently diagnosed as being on his way toward heart trouble, and a little weary of the world. He was also worried he was becoming "soft."
So, he planned an extensive road trip, had a vehicle designed for it, and hit the road with Charley, his dog, circa 1960.
This is a travelogue, but an unexpected one. Yes, the reader is taken throughout the regions of America the Beautiful. But, it is more impressive as a philosophical journey. And, even though it is sometimes dated in its fifty-year-old observations, most of what he experiences here could stand the test of time.
I can think of plenty of friends who would love this book, and plenty who would set it down, bored.
All I can tell you is that I cried through most of it. Not sobs, but fat, messy tears. I related to his thoughts to the point of wondering if I'm him, reincarnated. I had no idea I had so much in common with John Steinbeck.
And, after all, who doesn't love a good road trip?
June 12, 2014
I first read this book in high school, and it's what made me fall in love with travelogues. In 1960, John Steinbeck drove a small camper around the United States with his dog, Charley. He wrote that he wanted to get to know his country again, to learn more about this "new America."
"For many years I have traveled in many parts of the world. In America I live in New York, or dip into Chicago, or San Francisco. But New York is no more America than Paris is France or London is England. Thus I discovered that I did not know my own country. I, an American writer, writing about America, was working from memory, and the memory is at best a faulty, warpy reservoir. I had not heard the speech of America, smelled the grass and trees and sewage, seen its hills and water, its color and quality of light. I knew the changes only from books and newspapers. But more than this, I had not felt the country for twenty-five years. In short, I was writing of something I did not know about, and it seems to me that in a so-called writer this is criminal. My memories were distorted by twenty-five intervening years."
"Travels with Charley" was published in 1962, and Steinbeck, who had been in poor health, died just six years later.
I remember loving this book. I loved Steinbeck's stories about the people he met and the places he visited, and even the details of how he organized the camper and his trip. I have recommended this book to countless friends over the years, gushing about how good it was.
So you can imagine my UTTER HEARTBREAK because I found out that parts of the story were fabricated or fictionalized. Reporters have verified that some details in the narrative could not have been true, and that Steinbeck made up a lot of the conversations he supposedly had with people along the road. (This news first broke in 2011, but I didn't learn it until I saw it mentioned in John Waters' book about hitchhiking, "Carsick.")
When the 50th anniversary edition of "Travels with Charley" was published in 2012, it came with a disclaimer: "Indeed, it would be a mistake to take this travelogue too literally, as Steinbeck was at heart a novelist, and he added countless touches 鈥� changing the sequence of events, elaborating on scenes, inventing dialogue 鈥� that one associates more with fiction than nonfiction."
So here is my conundrum: Knowing that parts of it have been fictionalized, should I continue to recommend it to others? If the book is as good as I remember, doesn't that outweigh its dubious origin?
Or I could just live in denial and remember the joy I felt when I first read it.
Update June 2014:
I was so upset to learn that Steinbeck had embellished his stories that I decided to reread the book to see how it holds up. It was great! It was glorious! I will even say that I think it's one of the best travelogues written about America, ever. "Travels with Charley" is beautifully written - it is so quotable and insightful that I had dozens of pages marked.
"It would be pleasant to be able to say of my travels with Charley, 'I went out to find the truth about my country and I found it.' And then it would be such a simple matter to set down my findings and lean back comfortably with a fine sense of having discovered truths and taught them to my readers. I wish it were that easy... This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me. If an Englishman or a Frenchman or an Italian should travel my route, see what I saw, hear what I heard, their stored pictures would be not only different from mine but equally different from one another. If other Americans reading this account should feel it true, that agreement would only mean that we are alike in our Americanness... For all of our enormous geographic range, for all of our sectionalism, for all of our interwoven breeds drawn from every part of the ethnic world, we are a nation, a new breed. Americans are much more American than they are Northerns, Southerners, Westerners, or Easterners... The American identity is an exact and provable thing."
Because it had been criticized by modern reporters, on this reread I paid more attention to Steinbecks' "conversations" with folks around the country, and yes, the dialogue was so smooth and concise that it had to have been finessed. But after considering the issue, I've relaxed on this point because I bet every writer does that. Every writer is going to streamline speech so that it reads well. Steinbeck even talks about writers who can quickly take measure of a place:
"I've always admired those reporters who can descend on an area, talk to key people, ask key questions, take samplings of opinions, and then set down an orderly report very like a road map. I envy this technique and at the same time do not trust it as a mirror of reality. I feel that there are too many realities. What I set down here is true until someone else passes that way and rearranges the world in his own style."
I do think Steinbeck got at the spirit of what was going on in America in 1960: it was a big election year between Kennedy and Nixon; racial tensions were high in the South because schools had been desegregated; and there was heightened anxiety about Russia and the threat of the atomic bomb. He even wrote about environmentalism and his concerns for how much waste America was producing, and he contemplated how the new cross-country interstate system would change the country. The guy was prescient, I tell you.
Some of my favorite parts were when Steinbeck tried to cross into Canada with his dog and ran into a bureaucratic snafu regarding Charley's vaccination paperwork (very amusing); a warm conversation he had with a family of immigrants while they shared a drink in his camper; and when he drove through a forest of massive Redwood trees out West.
"The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time. They have the mystery of ferns that disappeared a million years ago into the coal of the carboniferous era. They carry their own light and shade. The vainest, most slap-happy and irreverent of men, in the presence of redwoods, goes under a spell of wonder and respect."
Another theme Steinbeck returns to often is the wanderlust that seems to pervade Americans everywhere. He mentions how many families had started buying mobile homes so they can move more freely about, and how many others gazed at his camper and said they wished they could travel across the country.
"I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation -- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every state I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move."
I so enjoyed rereading this book that I will definitely continue to recommend it to friends. I even upgraded my original 4-star rating to 5, because of how gorgeous Steinbeck's writing was. I just wish I could give Charley a biscuit and a belly rub for being such a good traveling companion.
"For many years I have traveled in many parts of the world. In America I live in New York, or dip into Chicago, or San Francisco. But New York is no more America than Paris is France or London is England. Thus I discovered that I did not know my own country. I, an American writer, writing about America, was working from memory, and the memory is at best a faulty, warpy reservoir. I had not heard the speech of America, smelled the grass and trees and sewage, seen its hills and water, its color and quality of light. I knew the changes only from books and newspapers. But more than this, I had not felt the country for twenty-five years. In short, I was writing of something I did not know about, and it seems to me that in a so-called writer this is criminal. My memories were distorted by twenty-five intervening years."
"Travels with Charley" was published in 1962, and Steinbeck, who had been in poor health, died just six years later.
I remember loving this book. I loved Steinbeck's stories about the people he met and the places he visited, and even the details of how he organized the camper and his trip. I have recommended this book to countless friends over the years, gushing about how good it was.
So you can imagine my UTTER HEARTBREAK because I found out that parts of the story were fabricated or fictionalized. Reporters have verified that some details in the narrative could not have been true, and that Steinbeck made up a lot of the conversations he supposedly had with people along the road. (This news first broke in 2011, but I didn't learn it until I saw it mentioned in John Waters' book about hitchhiking, "Carsick.")
When the 50th anniversary edition of "Travels with Charley" was published in 2012, it came with a disclaimer: "Indeed, it would be a mistake to take this travelogue too literally, as Steinbeck was at heart a novelist, and he added countless touches 鈥� changing the sequence of events, elaborating on scenes, inventing dialogue 鈥� that one associates more with fiction than nonfiction."
So here is my conundrum: Knowing that parts of it have been fictionalized, should I continue to recommend it to others? If the book is as good as I remember, doesn't that outweigh its dubious origin?
Or I could just live in denial and remember the joy I felt when I first read it.
Update June 2014:
I was so upset to learn that Steinbeck had embellished his stories that I decided to reread the book to see how it holds up. It was great! It was glorious! I will even say that I think it's one of the best travelogues written about America, ever. "Travels with Charley" is beautifully written - it is so quotable and insightful that I had dozens of pages marked.
"It would be pleasant to be able to say of my travels with Charley, 'I went out to find the truth about my country and I found it.' And then it would be such a simple matter to set down my findings and lean back comfortably with a fine sense of having discovered truths and taught them to my readers. I wish it were that easy... This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me. If an Englishman or a Frenchman or an Italian should travel my route, see what I saw, hear what I heard, their stored pictures would be not only different from mine but equally different from one another. If other Americans reading this account should feel it true, that agreement would only mean that we are alike in our Americanness... For all of our enormous geographic range, for all of our sectionalism, for all of our interwoven breeds drawn from every part of the ethnic world, we are a nation, a new breed. Americans are much more American than they are Northerns, Southerners, Westerners, or Easterners... The American identity is an exact and provable thing."
Because it had been criticized by modern reporters, on this reread I paid more attention to Steinbecks' "conversations" with folks around the country, and yes, the dialogue was so smooth and concise that it had to have been finessed. But after considering the issue, I've relaxed on this point because I bet every writer does that. Every writer is going to streamline speech so that it reads well. Steinbeck even talks about writers who can quickly take measure of a place:
"I've always admired those reporters who can descend on an area, talk to key people, ask key questions, take samplings of opinions, and then set down an orderly report very like a road map. I envy this technique and at the same time do not trust it as a mirror of reality. I feel that there are too many realities. What I set down here is true until someone else passes that way and rearranges the world in his own style."
I do think Steinbeck got at the spirit of what was going on in America in 1960: it was a big election year between Kennedy and Nixon; racial tensions were high in the South because schools had been desegregated; and there was heightened anxiety about Russia and the threat of the atomic bomb. He even wrote about environmentalism and his concerns for how much waste America was producing, and he contemplated how the new cross-country interstate system would change the country. The guy was prescient, I tell you.
Some of my favorite parts were when Steinbeck tried to cross into Canada with his dog and ran into a bureaucratic snafu regarding Charley's vaccination paperwork (very amusing); a warm conversation he had with a family of immigrants while they shared a drink in his camper; and when he drove through a forest of massive Redwood trees out West.
"The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time. They have the mystery of ferns that disappeared a million years ago into the coal of the carboniferous era. They carry their own light and shade. The vainest, most slap-happy and irreverent of men, in the presence of redwoods, goes under a spell of wonder and respect."
Another theme Steinbeck returns to often is the wanderlust that seems to pervade Americans everywhere. He mentions how many families had started buying mobile homes so they can move more freely about, and how many others gazed at his camper and said they wished they could travel across the country.
"I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation -- a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go someday, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every state I visited. Nearly every American hungers to move."
I so enjoyed rereading this book that I will definitely continue to recommend it to friends. I even upgraded my original 4-star rating to 5, because of how gorgeous Steinbeck's writing was. I just wish I could give Charley a biscuit and a belly rub for being such a good traveling companion.
June 7, 2007
My father bought me this book when I was probably about eight years old, and I read it quickly and fell in love with it. One day (now that I've thought of it, probably sooner than later) I'll reread it, but for now I'm content believing I would still find it a good read.
August 22, 2024
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脌s raz玫es que Steinbeck refere para esta longa viagem, eu acresentaria duas mais: uma despedida e um auto-desafio. Sa铆u de casa para aprender e (re)conhecer o pa铆s que t茫o bem retratou nos seus romances.
Arrependeu-se da odisseia? Talvez n茫o, mas pareceu feliz por regressar a casa, a Nova Iorque, perdendo-se nas ruas da cidade onde morava, tal como se perdeu tantas vezes nas estradas do seu pa铆s; como romancista, Steinbeck recorreu a esta met谩fora de uma Am茅rica perdida e concluiu que a sua viagem tinha come莽ado muito tempo antes de ter partido e terminado antes de voltar sem aviso pr茅vio, despedida ou refer锚ncia na extremidade do estado de Virg铆nia. H谩 viagens que continuam muito tempo depois de terem cessado no tempo e no espa莽o: neste caso, pareceu-me n茫o ter sido o caso embora haja uma conclus茫o: n茫o h谩 um Americano mas v谩rios Americanos, tudo era novo, e talvez fosse bom, mas n茫o era nada do que ele tinha conhecido.
Residindo eu num pa铆s onde a popula莽茫o se aglomera nas cidades costeiras do Porto e Lisboa, deixando o interior despovoado, considerei o sistema de casas m贸veis uma op莽茫o excelente tanto a n铆vel de estilo de vida como de oportunidades profissionais. Outro facto que chamou a minha aten莽茫o: a desenraiza莽茫o que tamb茅m sinto depois de, muitos anos fora, ter retornado 脿 cidade onde nasci. Steinbeck nasceu em Salinas, Calif贸nia, onde a sua fam铆lia tinha um pequeno rancho, e passou os seus anos de forma莽茫o em S. Francisco, enquanto outros estavam a ser a Gera莽茫o Perdida em Paris. Na sua terra natal s贸 havia estranhos, o lugar mudara, e, ele n茫o mudara com ela o que o confundiu, encolarizou e falseou a sua mem贸ria. E a铆 subindo a Fremomt麓s Peak, o ponto mais alto, despede-se do velho rancho da fome, o antigo rancho da sua fam铆lia, com o sentimento que o passado 茅 permanente e mut谩vel.
Cita莽茫o: 芦 N茫o se pode voltar para o lar porque o lar deixou de existir, exceto nas bolas de naftalina da mem贸ria.禄
Afei莽oei-me a John Steinbeck e ao seu c茫o Charley durante esta viagem pelos Estados Unidos. As paisagens deslumbraram-me, os usos e costumes surpreenderam-me e o racismo chocou-me bem como a dificuldade de integrar os Negros numa sociedade na qual mesmo alguns brancos n茫o se sentiam satisfeitos; falta de meios e directrizes para a assimila莽茫o.
脌s raz玫es que Steinbeck refere para esta longa viagem, eu acresentaria duas mais: uma despedida e um auto-desafio. Sa铆u de casa para aprender e (re)conhecer o pa铆s que t茫o bem retratou nos seus romances.
Arrependeu-se da odisseia? Talvez n茫o, mas pareceu feliz por regressar a casa, a Nova Iorque, perdendo-se nas ruas da cidade onde morava, tal como se perdeu tantas vezes nas estradas do seu pa铆s; como romancista, Steinbeck recorreu a esta met谩fora de uma Am茅rica perdida e concluiu que a sua viagem tinha come莽ado muito tempo antes de ter partido e terminado antes de voltar sem aviso pr茅vio, despedida ou refer锚ncia na extremidade do estado de Virg铆nia. H谩 viagens que continuam muito tempo depois de terem cessado no tempo e no espa莽o: neste caso, pareceu-me n茫o ter sido o caso embora haja uma conclus茫o: n茫o h谩 um Americano mas v谩rios Americanos, tudo era novo, e talvez fosse bom, mas n茫o era nada do que ele tinha conhecido.
Residindo eu num pa铆s onde a popula莽茫o se aglomera nas cidades costeiras do Porto e Lisboa, deixando o interior despovoado, considerei o sistema de casas m贸veis uma op莽茫o excelente tanto a n铆vel de estilo de vida como de oportunidades profissionais. Outro facto que chamou a minha aten莽茫o: a desenraiza莽茫o que tamb茅m sinto depois de, muitos anos fora, ter retornado 脿 cidade onde nasci. Steinbeck nasceu em Salinas, Calif贸nia, onde a sua fam铆lia tinha um pequeno rancho, e passou os seus anos de forma莽茫o em S. Francisco, enquanto outros estavam a ser a Gera莽茫o Perdida em Paris. Na sua terra natal s贸 havia estranhos, o lugar mudara, e, ele n茫o mudara com ela o que o confundiu, encolarizou e falseou a sua mem贸ria. E a铆 subindo a Fremomt麓s Peak, o ponto mais alto, despede-se do velho rancho da fome, o antigo rancho da sua fam铆lia, com o sentimento que o passado 茅 permanente e mut谩vel.
Cita莽茫o: 芦 N茫o se pode voltar para o lar porque o lar deixou de existir, exceto nas bolas de naftalina da mem贸ria.禄
November 29, 2020
Early into my reading of Travels with Charley, I stopped to fix the point in time John traversed our country with a dog by his side. Published in 1962. It's not that the time of writing truly matters, or changes the nature of what is told. A town and a city will change in appearance or size (as Steinbeck would encounter as he enters into his birthplace of Salinas, CA). Demographics definitely change as people move or wander 鈥� also something duly noted here during his travels: Like the total strangers who would gaze upon Mr Steinbeck's traveling camper and say the words, 鈥淚 sure wish I could go with you鈥�. America is a nation of wanderlust. People who want to move or simply traverse the country, whether it be permanent, or two week vacation. Maybe they do it to encounter each State that is a little (or a lot) different from the one next to it, or because it has something else to offer that can't be quantified. Or it's just become the nature of the whole. By traveling we see what we have not seen.
That is hardly an American trait. Those invisible boundaries that divide our states have not changed in the sixty years since this book was conceived. Twice, he and his dog cross the Continental Divide, once going and once coming back, each crossing very different in look (one being in the north, the other in the south), but they have not changed since then either. Only the roads that crosses them have changed.
I'd initially fixated on the time of Steinbeck's travel because of his unexpected humor. I laughed within the first chapter, as he describes the hurricane that would send him off from New York. His comical look at the nature of people, things and how he sees them is a great attribute to this book. Obviously, his humor had been there all along. It had not magically developed sometime after the writing of The Grapes of Wrath. Same man, two different books, but now I know him better.
These humorous traits, found in the first half of his travels, are replaced by melancholy and displeasure as he bends out of California turning east and south. The racial unrest of 1960 shouldn't have been unexpected by me, but it was. Steinbeck's own thoughts are clearly conveyed through graceful wording and so are those of a few other people he encounters on his homeward leg (on both sides of the argument). It is as valuable today as it was then.
That is hardly an American trait. Those invisible boundaries that divide our states have not changed in the sixty years since this book was conceived. Twice, he and his dog cross the Continental Divide, once going and once coming back, each crossing very different in look (one being in the north, the other in the south), but they have not changed since then either. Only the roads that crosses them have changed.
I'd initially fixated on the time of Steinbeck's travel because of his unexpected humor. I laughed within the first chapter, as he describes the hurricane that would send him off from New York. His comical look at the nature of people, things and how he sees them is a great attribute to this book. Obviously, his humor had been there all along. It had not magically developed sometime after the writing of The Grapes of Wrath. Same man, two different books, but now I know him better.
These humorous traits, found in the first half of his travels, are replaced by melancholy and displeasure as he bends out of California turning east and south. The racial unrest of 1960 shouldn't have been unexpected by me, but it was. Steinbeck's own thoughts are clearly conveyed through graceful wording and so are those of a few other people he encounters on his homeward leg (on both sides of the argument). It is as valuable today as it was then.
August 17, 2012
In 1960, when John Steinbeck was 58 years old, ill with the heart disease which was to kill him eight years later and rather discontented with life, he decided to embark on a road trip around the United States in a fitted-out pick-up truck, accompanied by his standard French poodle, Charley. Steinbeck鈥檚 plan was to re-connect with the America which had informed his fiction and to assess how much it had changed over the years.
This book is the result of that trip: part memoir, part travelogue, part philosophical treatise 鈥� and part fiction. Just how much of the narrative is fiction rather than fact has been the subject of investigation and discussion in recent years, much of it instigated by the work of journalist Bill Steigerwald, who recreated Steinbeck鈥檚 trip and exposed what he argues to be the fallacies in the narrative. This article in the New York Times summarises Steigerwald鈥檚 findings and typing Steigerwald鈥檚 name into any reliable search engine will locate a range of Steigerwald鈥檚 writings on the issue, as well as some responses to his position on the book.
While I've read Steigerwald鈥檚 conclusions about Steinbeck鈥檚 journey with interest, it matters little to me that the work has been edited in such a way as to make it look like Steinbeck and Charley were travelling alone almost all the time, whereas Steinbeck鈥檚 original manuscript (held at the Morgan Library & Museum in New York City) shows that Steinbeck鈥檚 wife Elaine was with him for much of the time and that he probably spent more than half the nights he was away sleeping in hotels rather than in the truck. Likewise, it matters little to me that Steinbeck鈥檚 reported conversations with people he meets on the way are fiction rather than reportage.
In relation to this, the fact that Steinbeck preserved and then donated his manuscript indicates that he was not concerned that readers might discover that there was more (or possibly less) to the journey than appears in the book. Further, the narrative itself is full of disclaimers. Steinbeck does not claim that the book is a day-by-day, diary-style account of his journey. Rather, what he conveys is a range of impressions on a number of topics, some insights into issues he considered important and some at times painful self-reflection, all conveyed in Steinbeck鈥檚 powerful yet accessible prose. On some matters Steinbeck was ahead of his time. For example, what he wrote about the destruction of the environment and the overuse of packaging products (鈥淭he mountain of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use.鈥�), expressed what I doubt was a matter of widespread public concern as early as 1960.
Other parts of the narrative are much more personal. Steinbeck鈥檚 encounter with old Latino drinking buddies in a bar in Monterey is particularly poignant. As Steinbeck鈥檚 friend tries to persuade the New York resident to come 鈥渉ome鈥�, Steinbeck names all of their friends who have died and concludes that was right: 鈥淵ou can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory."
Possibly the most powerful incident in the book is Steinbeck鈥檚 witnessing of the 鈥渃heerleaders鈥� in New Orleans 鈥� a group of women who stood across the street from William Frantz Elementary school and yelled obscenities at Ruby Bridges - the first black child to attend the all-white school - and at the few white parents who did not comply with the white boycott of the school. Ruby, who had started at the school only a week or two before Steinbeck was in New Orleans, was escorted to school by federal marshalls. Her ordeal is recorded in by Norman Rockwell.
Shortly after witnessing the behaviour of the cheerleaders, Steinbeck decided to cut his journey short and head straight back to New York City. The narrative gives the strong impression that the incident left him heart-sick and distressed.
Overall, whatever may be this book鈥檚 shortcomings as a piece of travel reportage, it's a moving and engaging piece of writing. Steinbeck had become rather a cranky old man by the time he embarked on the journey, and was an even crankier old man by time he finished it. He was certainly no longer the novelist at the peak of his powers. But there鈥檚 still passion, warmth and humour in his words and plenty for the reader who loves Steinbeck鈥檚 writing to engage with. And there's Charley. Charley is wonderful.
January 25, 2025
I read this with my Library book discussion group back in the day.
I am now bringing my review to 欧宝娱乐.
We read and discussed a lot of Steinbeck.
This one was published in 1962.
The book described a despondent Steinbeck as he trekked across the U.S. with his poodle, Charley.
What was particularly enjoyable was getting a great sense of his thoughts and emotions.
Steinbeck highlighted and discussed a variety of subjects as they appeared in different states or cities. He even talked about the environment along his trip. We were also treated to flowery descriptions of the landscapes and weather.
It was like you and I were along with him and Charley on this roadtrip.
Sometimes there might be some interesting discussions about history, or war, or politics, or community.
You and I were still sitting in the backseat being apart of that discussion. It just felt nice to be apart of these personal reflections from Steinbeck...in this way. 4.5 stars.
I am now bringing my review to 欧宝娱乐.
We read and discussed a lot of Steinbeck.
This one was published in 1962.
The book described a despondent Steinbeck as he trekked across the U.S. with his poodle, Charley.
What was particularly enjoyable was getting a great sense of his thoughts and emotions.
Steinbeck highlighted and discussed a variety of subjects as they appeared in different states or cities. He even talked about the environment along his trip. We were also treated to flowery descriptions of the landscapes and weather.
It was like you and I were along with him and Charley on this roadtrip.
Sometimes there might be some interesting discussions about history, or war, or politics, or community.
You and I were still sitting in the backseat being apart of that discussion. It just felt nice to be apart of these personal reflections from Steinbeck...in this way. 4.5 stars.
July 4, 2021
The United States is more divided than ever and I wonder how we will survive this national crisis. We are red or blue. Trump or Biden. Fox News or The New York Times. We tear down Confederate statues or wave the rebel flag.
Have we nothing in common? Do we share no hopes and dreams? Have talking points completely replaced dialogue? Do we even speak the same language?
Enter Rocinante. Steinbeck鈥檚 Travels With Charlie has the three things all Americans love: freedom, the open road, and a dog. There is nothing more American than a road trip, nothing that revives us like that endless white line on the black asphalt, for we are all explorers, adventurers, pioneers in our star-spangled hearts.
Under the spacious skies of this great country, the American spirit awakens within us. On the road, we shed all that is extraneous to this spirit. Who among us does not long to see this land? There are many indeed who do not long for the hardship, the expense, the monotony of a road trip, but there are none whose eyes do not sparkle at the idea of a road trip.
And that鈥檚 just what I need right now: a road trip to restore my faith in America and my fellow Americans, a road trip to remind me what I really am, for I am so much more than a cog in the machine. But a road trip is the last thing any of us will be doing for some time.
There will be no strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand. No roadside diner breakfasts with hash browns instead of home fries. (I know I鈥檓 far from home when my potatoes are shredded instead of sliced.) No glimpses into the lives of people from different walks of life. No friendly conversations with the folks who voted for the other guy.
Are we still one nation under God? Or are we fractured into many babbling tribes? In our grocery stores we are all surgeons and bandits. We long for teeth: white teeth, yellow teeth, false teeth, crooked teeth. We want to smile, smile, smile. We need to tip our different colored hats to our neighbors. This land was not made for you or me. This land was made for you and me.
So here I sit with my pink slip and my U.S. Blues wondering if we will save this grand and noble political experiment that we call the United States of America. And I find myself wishing to see the country. To see it and hear it and smell it from a moving vehicle. To go from sea to shining sea and back.
I have barely even seen the east coast, so I wonder what life is like in Wisconsin and Nebraska and Kansas. Is it really very hot in Texas and New Mexico? I want to know. I love hot weather. I want to stop for a bit in Colorado. Then if I don鈥檛 forget where the car is parked, I want to go further west until I see a different ocean than the one we have here.
We all want the same thing. We鈥檙e just setting out from different starting points so our journeys don鈥檛 look quite the same. But we鈥檙e all travelling the same road and we meet on that road. We sleep in the same motels, eat in the same diners, pee at the same rest stops. We have a cigarette or a donut or a coffee and talk road talk to our fellow travelers.
Steinbeck says his camper evoked the same response from nearly everyone who saw it: a desire 鈥�to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something鈥� (10). This is what we all have in common. It is a shared dream and when we talk about it we speak the same language.
If only all of America could hit the road right now, just drive and drive without any destination except the next farm stand or the world鈥檚 largest ball of string.
Have we nothing in common? Do we share no hopes and dreams? Have talking points completely replaced dialogue? Do we even speak the same language?
Enter Rocinante. Steinbeck鈥檚 Travels With Charlie has the three things all Americans love: freedom, the open road, and a dog. There is nothing more American than a road trip, nothing that revives us like that endless white line on the black asphalt, for we are all explorers, adventurers, pioneers in our star-spangled hearts.
Under the spacious skies of this great country, the American spirit awakens within us. On the road, we shed all that is extraneous to this spirit. Who among us does not long to see this land? There are many indeed who do not long for the hardship, the expense, the monotony of a road trip, but there are none whose eyes do not sparkle at the idea of a road trip.
And that鈥檚 just what I need right now: a road trip to restore my faith in America and my fellow Americans, a road trip to remind me what I really am, for I am so much more than a cog in the machine. But a road trip is the last thing any of us will be doing for some time.
There will be no strangers stopping strangers just to shake their hand. No roadside diner breakfasts with hash browns instead of home fries. (I know I鈥檓 far from home when my potatoes are shredded instead of sliced.) No glimpses into the lives of people from different walks of life. No friendly conversations with the folks who voted for the other guy.
Are we still one nation under God? Or are we fractured into many babbling tribes? In our grocery stores we are all surgeons and bandits. We long for teeth: white teeth, yellow teeth, false teeth, crooked teeth. We want to smile, smile, smile. We need to tip our different colored hats to our neighbors. This land was not made for you or me. This land was made for you and me.
So here I sit with my pink slip and my U.S. Blues wondering if we will save this grand and noble political experiment that we call the United States of America. And I find myself wishing to see the country. To see it and hear it and smell it from a moving vehicle. To go from sea to shining sea and back.
I have barely even seen the east coast, so I wonder what life is like in Wisconsin and Nebraska and Kansas. Is it really very hot in Texas and New Mexico? I want to know. I love hot weather. I want to stop for a bit in Colorado. Then if I don鈥檛 forget where the car is parked, I want to go further west until I see a different ocean than the one we have here.
We all want the same thing. We鈥檙e just setting out from different starting points so our journeys don鈥檛 look quite the same. But we鈥檙e all travelling the same road and we meet on that road. We sleep in the same motels, eat in the same diners, pee at the same rest stops. We have a cigarette or a donut or a coffee and talk road talk to our fellow travelers.
Steinbeck says his camper evoked the same response from nearly everyone who saw it: a desire 鈥�to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something鈥� (10). This is what we all have in common. It is a shared dream and when we talk about it we speak the same language.
If only all of America could hit the road right now, just drive and drive without any destination except the next farm stand or the world鈥檚 largest ball of string.
June 6, 2023
4.5 stars
For those who have read this book,
鈥淔迟迟鈥�
I think I can end the review here. It says it all, doesn鈥檛 it?
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
John Steinbeck travels through America and the by product is a profound, humorous, delightful, and at times poignant literary treat.
I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation - a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go some day, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every state I visited.
It is an exploration of people and places, where Mr Steinbeck leaves trail of cattle and moose with broken hearts.
Charley is the best travel partner, who is a companion in loneliness, icebreaker when meeting new people, and best of all, he doesn鈥檛 fight over routes and playlists! 馃槈
Charley is a born diplomat. He prefers negotiation to fighting, and properly so, since he is very bad at fighting. Only once in his ten years has he been in trouble - when he met a dog who refused to negotiate. Charley lost a piece of his right ear that time. But he is a good watch dog - has a roar like a lion, designed to conceal from night-wandering strangers the fact that he couldn't bite his way out of a cornet de papier. He is a good friend and traveling companion, and vould rather travel about than anything he can imagine. If he occurs at length in this account, it is because he contributed much to the trip. A dog, particularly an exotic like Charley, is a bond between strangers. Many conversations en route began with 'What degree of a dog is that?'
The overall tone of the book was generally humorous and full of amusing anecdotes. Mr Steinbeck navigates his way through bizarre and odd situations.
The last part of the journey in New Orleans was particularly impactful and profound!
The author explores that one way to learn about life or crack the code to life is to see new places and meet strange new people and listen to their life experiences! Howsoever bizarre or amusing they may be.
The writing was captivating and deeply introspective. Mr Steinbeck tries to explore the character and identity of America through this journey. He understands that by engaging in conversations with people he meets along the way, learning their life experiences, and trying to relate with their place as Americans within the society. Through his interactions with people, Steinbeck also emphasises on the differences in backgrounds and cultures of people from different states of America. He also contemplates on the consequences of rapid urbanisation and industrialisation he witnesses in his travels, and how it鈥檚 causing the loss of identity of culture of local communities.
Through his journey, Steinbeck engages in deep self reflection, and contemplation, and tries to understand himself and the intricacies of life itself.
A number of years ago I had some experience with being alone.
For two succeeding years I was alone each winter for eight months at a stretch in the Sierra Nevada mountains on Lake Tahoe. I was a caretaker on a summer estate during the winter months when it was snowed in. And I made some observations then. As the time went on I found that my reactions thickened. Ordinarily I am a whistler. I stopped whistling. I stopped conversing with my dogs, and I believe that subtleties of feeling began to disappear until finally I was on a pleasure-pain basis. Then it occurred to me that the delicate shades of feeling, of reaction, are the result of communication, and without such communication they tend to disappear. A man with nothing to say has no words. Can its reverse be true - a man who has no one to say anything to has no words as he has no need for words?
I knew beyond all doubt that the dark things crowding in on me either did not exist or were not dangerous to me, and still I was afraid. I thought how terrible the nights must have been in a time when men knew the things were there and were deadly. But no, that's wrong. If I knew they were there, I would have weapons against them, charms, prayers, some kind of alliance with forces equally strong but on my side. Knowing they were not there made me defenseless against them and perhaps more afraid.
She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.
We are there travelling with Steinbeck in Rocinante, and from his stories trying to derive our own meanings from this muddle called life.
Very crisply, this book is awesome!
Please read it.
I loved it.
Highly recommended!
For those who have read this book,
鈥淔迟迟鈥�
I think I can end the review here. It says it all, doesn鈥檛 it?
I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts.
John Steinbeck travels through America and the by product is a profound, humorous, delightful, and at times poignant literary treat.
I saw in their eyes something I was to see over and over in every part of the nation - a burning desire to go, to move, to get under way, anyplace, away from any Here. They spoke quietly of how they wanted to go some day, to move about, free and unanchored, not toward something but away from something. I saw this look and heard this yearning everywhere in every state I visited.
It is an exploration of people and places, where Mr Steinbeck leaves trail of cattle and moose with broken hearts.
Charley is the best travel partner, who is a companion in loneliness, icebreaker when meeting new people, and best of all, he doesn鈥檛 fight over routes and playlists! 馃槈
Charley is a born diplomat. He prefers negotiation to fighting, and properly so, since he is very bad at fighting. Only once in his ten years has he been in trouble - when he met a dog who refused to negotiate. Charley lost a piece of his right ear that time. But he is a good watch dog - has a roar like a lion, designed to conceal from night-wandering strangers the fact that he couldn't bite his way out of a cornet de papier. He is a good friend and traveling companion, and vould rather travel about than anything he can imagine. If he occurs at length in this account, it is because he contributed much to the trip. A dog, particularly an exotic like Charley, is a bond between strangers. Many conversations en route began with 'What degree of a dog is that?'
The overall tone of the book was generally humorous and full of amusing anecdotes. Mr Steinbeck navigates his way through bizarre and odd situations.
The last part of the journey in New Orleans was particularly impactful and profound!
The author explores that one way to learn about life or crack the code to life is to see new places and meet strange new people and listen to their life experiences! Howsoever bizarre or amusing they may be.
The writing was captivating and deeply introspective. Mr Steinbeck tries to explore the character and identity of America through this journey. He understands that by engaging in conversations with people he meets along the way, learning their life experiences, and trying to relate with their place as Americans within the society. Through his interactions with people, Steinbeck also emphasises on the differences in backgrounds and cultures of people from different states of America. He also contemplates on the consequences of rapid urbanisation and industrialisation he witnesses in his travels, and how it鈥檚 causing the loss of identity of culture of local communities.
Through his journey, Steinbeck engages in deep self reflection, and contemplation, and tries to understand himself and the intricacies of life itself.
A number of years ago I had some experience with being alone.
For two succeeding years I was alone each winter for eight months at a stretch in the Sierra Nevada mountains on Lake Tahoe. I was a caretaker on a summer estate during the winter months when it was snowed in. And I made some observations then. As the time went on I found that my reactions thickened. Ordinarily I am a whistler. I stopped whistling. I stopped conversing with my dogs, and I believe that subtleties of feeling began to disappear until finally I was on a pleasure-pain basis. Then it occurred to me that the delicate shades of feeling, of reaction, are the result of communication, and without such communication they tend to disappear. A man with nothing to say has no words. Can its reverse be true - a man who has no one to say anything to has no words as he has no need for words?
I knew beyond all doubt that the dark things crowding in on me either did not exist or were not dangerous to me, and still I was afraid. I thought how terrible the nights must have been in a time when men knew the things were there and were deadly. But no, that's wrong. If I knew they were there, I would have weapons against them, charms, prayers, some kind of alliance with forces equally strong but on my side. Knowing they were not there made me defenseless against them and perhaps more afraid.
She wasn't happy, but then she wasn't unhappy. She wasn't anything. But I don't believe anyone is a nothing. There has to be something inside, if only to keep the skin from collapsing.
We are there travelling with Steinbeck in Rocinante, and from his stories trying to derive our own meanings from this muddle called life.
Very crisply, this book is awesome!
Please read it.
I loved it.
Highly recommended!
June 21, 2013
Goddamn it! I've driven coast to coast across the U.S. fives times already and yet, thanks to Travels with Charley I'm ready to go again!
During the mid-century period, discovering America and/or oneself through the medium of the road-trip came into vogue. While other prominent authors, such as Kerouac and Thompson, were publishing their own, more heralded versions, I prefer Steinbeck's. It lacks the hedonism of the others and I love him for that. And furthermore, these journals often get offtrack, forgetting the road for some favored topic that the writer expounds upon until it becomes a journey of its own and the original path fades from memory. Steinbeck veers off now and then, but it's always for a good cause and it never lasts too long.
Here's a few of my personal favorite highlights from his trip:
:) Charley. Before I began I had no idea who this Charley was, but he's a lovable guy and he made the whole thing all the more enjoyable to read.
:o I love Steinbeck's super sleuthing in the Chicago hotel room, where he adeptly pieces together a clandestine romance in a way that would impress Sherlock Holmes.
:) The book gets extra marks for a visit, description and kind words for Deer Isle, Maine, where from my grandmother's kin hail.
:O Discovering that what I thought were imagined characters - outrageously colorful characters - from his novel Tortilla Flat were actually real people.
While Grapes of Wrath will go down as a lasting work of genius, it carries with it the weight of moral baggage and an oppressive sadness. Maybe Travels with Charley is not the same sort of classic literature masterpiece that will survive the ages, but I found it to be a pure joy to read from start to finish.
During the mid-century period, discovering America and/or oneself through the medium of the road-trip came into vogue. While other prominent authors, such as Kerouac and Thompson, were publishing their own, more heralded versions, I prefer Steinbeck's. It lacks the hedonism of the others and I love him for that. And furthermore, these journals often get offtrack, forgetting the road for some favored topic that the writer expounds upon until it becomes a journey of its own and the original path fades from memory. Steinbeck veers off now and then, but it's always for a good cause and it never lasts too long.
Here's a few of my personal favorite highlights from his trip:
:) Charley. Before I began I had no idea who this Charley was, but he's a lovable guy and he made the whole thing all the more enjoyable to read.
:o I love Steinbeck's super sleuthing in the Chicago hotel room, where he adeptly pieces together a clandestine romance in a way that would impress Sherlock Holmes.
:) The book gets extra marks for a visit, description and kind words for Deer Isle, Maine, where from my grandmother's kin hail.
:O Discovering that what I thought were imagined characters - outrageously colorful characters - from his novel Tortilla Flat were actually real people.
While Grapes of Wrath will go down as a lasting work of genius, it carries with it the weight of moral baggage and an oppressive sadness. Maybe Travels with Charley is not the same sort of classic literature masterpiece that will survive the ages, but I found it to be a pure joy to read from start to finish.
December 17, 2017
A nice way to travel 1960s America again is to hop into a camper truck with John Steinbeck and his dog, Charley. Plagued by a chronic disease and probably feeling like it was now or never, Mr. Steinbeck hit the road from his home in Sag Harbor and traveled across the states and back again, making astute observations as he went and sharing a bit of the flavor of America in this moment of great upheaval and change.
I was afraid this might be boring, like watching someone else鈥檚 home movies (no matter how stunning the scenery, we just don鈥檛 want to see you posed in front of it over and over again). I should have had no fear, since this was not your everyday traveler, this was John Steinbeck. His powers of observation are acute and he knows how to render them into a free-flowing conversation with his reader. I felt he was pretty even-handed in his observations as well, even though his trek through the 1960s south made me cringe with shame. He notes that as an outsider his encounters might not be a true representation of the people, and I think he is right because he intentionally sought out the ugliest kind of setting to observe them in, but then he didn鈥檛 make up the setting or the people he saw, they were there and, while not speaking for everyone, they certainly spoke for far too many.
One of my favorite parts of the book was his visit to his own home turf around Salinas, California. As he prepared to leave, he says, 鈥滻 printed it once more on my eyes, south, west, and north, and then we hurried away from the permanent and changeless past where my mother is always shooting a wildcat and my father is always burning his name with his love.鈥�
I know this feeling all too well. You can hardly visit the place of your youth with a clear and unprejudiced eye, for the past is always there coloring it a much rosier color than it actually is. That is alright, that is part of life. We are meant to feel it.
I am glad I finally got around to making this trip with one of my favorite authors. It made me feel that I would have liked the man as much as I like his work.
I was afraid this might be boring, like watching someone else鈥檚 home movies (no matter how stunning the scenery, we just don鈥檛 want to see you posed in front of it over and over again). I should have had no fear, since this was not your everyday traveler, this was John Steinbeck. His powers of observation are acute and he knows how to render them into a free-flowing conversation with his reader. I felt he was pretty even-handed in his observations as well, even though his trek through the 1960s south made me cringe with shame. He notes that as an outsider his encounters might not be a true representation of the people, and I think he is right because he intentionally sought out the ugliest kind of setting to observe them in, but then he didn鈥檛 make up the setting or the people he saw, they were there and, while not speaking for everyone, they certainly spoke for far too many.
One of my favorite parts of the book was his visit to his own home turf around Salinas, California. As he prepared to leave, he says, 鈥滻 printed it once more on my eyes, south, west, and north, and then we hurried away from the permanent and changeless past where my mother is always shooting a wildcat and my father is always burning his name with his love.鈥�
I know this feeling all too well. You can hardly visit the place of your youth with a clear and unprejudiced eye, for the past is always there coloring it a much rosier color than it actually is. That is alright, that is part of life. We are meant to feel it.
I am glad I finally got around to making this trip with one of my favorite authors. It made me feel that I would have liked the man as much as I like his work.
April 27, 2018
In Travels with Charley: In Search of America, John Steinbeck provides an entertaining and wry account of his observations as he road trips with his poodle in what essentially becomes his house on wheels, Rocinante. I'm a big fan of Steinbeck's work (I really like what I see as his sympathetic treatment of quirky and damaged characters in novels like Cannery Row and Tortilla Flats). I also remember enjoying Travels with Charley (at least the few chapters of it which I read while I was in high school). That said, despite frequent protestations that he wasn't upset about changes/progress, I was irritated both by Steinbeck's defensiveness and by all the time he spent complaining about change.
I did like Steinbeck's assessment of Americans as a people on the move, but I didn't see him building toward anything in this travelogue. I know that's the nature of travel writing, but I wanted more from Steinbeck. When he climbs out of Rocinante and explores a new town, does he see characters from his novels? Does he see material for books? Or only this specific travelogue? I wasn't sure how he grew during this trip, just that he (and Charley) seemed to intuitively know when the journey was over. I guess I was looking for something that wasn't there.
I did like Steinbeck's assessment of Americans as a people on the move, but I didn't see him building toward anything in this travelogue. I know that's the nature of travel writing, but I wanted more from Steinbeck. When he climbs out of Rocinante and explores a new town, does he see characters from his novels? Does he see material for books? Or only this specific travelogue? I wasn't sure how he grew during this trip, just that he (and Charley) seemed to intuitively know when the journey was over. I guess I was looking for something that wasn't there.
May 30, 2022
I enjoyed my reread of "Travels with Charley" for a library book discussion. John Steinbeck took a road trip around the United States in the fall of 1960 "to try to rediscover this monster land." He bought a pick-up truck with a camper top, and named it Rocinante (after Don Quixote's horse). Charley, an older large French poodle, was Steinbeck's traveling companion. Charley served as an ice-breaker, making it easier for Steinbeck to meet strangers. Steinbeck had a chronic illness at the time of his trip, and Charley had his own set of veterinary problems, but they offered emotional support to each other. Charley also added some humor to the story, such as when he turned into a vicious barking beast when he spotted and smelled the bears in Yellowstone Park.
Steinbeck tried to talk to the "everyman" during his journey--farmers, migrant workers, and waitresses--to take the pulse of the country. Although Steinbeck has associated with many famous people, he has never forgotten his humble roots as a dock worker. As one who has lived through the 1960s, I felt that he gave a true sense of the era. He traveled through the Northeast, then took a northern route to the west coast, then headed home by taking a southern route eastward.
The most awe-inspiring stop on his journey was at a forest of majestic redwoods. The most upsetting incident was in New Orleans where a group of women (called the Cheerleaders) shouted racist comments at small black children walking to their recently integrated school. His visit to a bar in his hometown in California showed that you really can't go home again after an absence of many years--people change and the town changes.
Steinbeck got lost quite often during his trip. He seemed to suggest that America was also getting lost as the population moved from the country to the city to work in industry. He was concerned about damage to the environment as factories, garbage dumps, and interstate highways ringed the cities.
There has been some controversy about the accuracy of Steinbeck's tale, especially in journalist Bill Steigerwald's book, "Dogging Steinbeck". Steinbeck did not camp out as often as his book relates, his wife flew out to meet him quite often during the trip, and his conversations with people seem to often be composites of several people. That really did not bother me since I find that most travel books give the flavor of a location, and are not a day-to-day diary. I can also understand why Steinbeck would be spending many nights in motels, considering his poor health. The hours I spent with Steinbeck and Charley on the road were very entertaining.
Steinbeck tried to talk to the "everyman" during his journey--farmers, migrant workers, and waitresses--to take the pulse of the country. Although Steinbeck has associated with many famous people, he has never forgotten his humble roots as a dock worker. As one who has lived through the 1960s, I felt that he gave a true sense of the era. He traveled through the Northeast, then took a northern route to the west coast, then headed home by taking a southern route eastward.
The most awe-inspiring stop on his journey was at a forest of majestic redwoods. The most upsetting incident was in New Orleans where a group of women (called the Cheerleaders) shouted racist comments at small black children walking to their recently integrated school. His visit to a bar in his hometown in California showed that you really can't go home again after an absence of many years--people change and the town changes.
Steinbeck got lost quite often during his trip. He seemed to suggest that America was also getting lost as the population moved from the country to the city to work in industry. He was concerned about damage to the environment as factories, garbage dumps, and interstate highways ringed the cities.
There has been some controversy about the accuracy of Steinbeck's tale, especially in journalist Bill Steigerwald's book, "Dogging Steinbeck". Steinbeck did not camp out as often as his book relates, his wife flew out to meet him quite often during the trip, and his conversations with people seem to often be composites of several people. That really did not bother me since I find that most travel books give the flavor of a location, and are not a day-to-day diary. I can also understand why Steinbeck would be spending many nights in motels, considering his poor health. The hours I spent with Steinbeck and Charley on the road were very entertaining.
October 17, 2022
John Steinbeck sets off across America with his camper on top of his truck named Rocinante, after Don Quixote's horse. His French poodle, Charley, joins him on this cross-country tour.
This book was initially published in 1962 but the sense of adventure that calls to each of us is alive no matter which decade or century.
Steinbeck accurately notes that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. He shares his virus of restlessness and the common theme of the desire to move and explore with everyone he meets across the US.
As he casually meets people at each stop on his journey, he shares his insights. He noticed how one person can saturate a room with vitality and excitement while others drain a room of energy and joy.
This book was initially published in 1962 but the sense of adventure that calls to each of us is alive no matter which decade or century.
Steinbeck accurately notes that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. He shares his virus of restlessness and the common theme of the desire to move and explore with everyone he meets across the US.
As he casually meets people at each stop on his journey, he shares his insights. He noticed how one person can saturate a room with vitality and excitement while others drain a room of energy and joy.
February 10, 2024
A favourite treat when I travel is to meet with locals; a favourite treat when at home is to play guide to tourists. I would鈥檝e accepted John鈥檚 invitation to chat over a drink in his camper, Rosinante, for sure. I get what the man was after.
This was the insightful, friendly travel diary I was hoping for. After a couple of decades, I鈥檓 thinking I鈥檒l soon circle back to Steinbeck鈥檚 fiction, too.
This was the insightful, friendly travel diary I was hoping for. After a couple of decades, I鈥檓 thinking I鈥檒l soon circle back to Steinbeck鈥檚 fiction, too.
September 23, 2011
Six years before he died, John Steinbeck (1902-1968) had a lonesome trip aboard a camper named Rocinante (after Don Quixote鈥檚 horse) around the USA. He said that he would like to see this country on a personal level before he died as he made a good living writing about it. Considering his heart condition, such trip alone could have been disastrous to his health but he insisted. The main question that he would like to be answered was 鈥淲hat are Americans like today?鈥� and after travelling with his poodle Charley for around 10,000 miles for 3 months, he did not like the answer that he got.
He saw the wastefulness of the people. He got worried about excessive packaging that consumers liked. He noticed the ambiguity of culture brought about my mass media technologies. Advancement in technologies, though giving people instant gratification, could alienate members of the families from each other. He met people who could not be trusted even by giving the right direction. He met poor migrant potato pickers from Canada (that reminded me of the Joads family in his opus, The Grapes of Wrath). He finally saw Niagara Falls that made him happy because finally we could say we saw it already. He met unreasonable and illogical border authorities. He saw how people in different states differ on how they talk to one another and treat other people. For example, in New England people spoke very little and waited for him to come over while in Midwestern cities, people were more outgoing and did not hesitate approaching him. He got amazed on how fast the population grew in those states that he had visited before. When he visited Sauk Centre because he would like to see the birthplace of his favorite writer, Sinclair Lewis he got disheartened. A waitress in the restaurant did not know who Lewis was. In fact, ignorance, according to him, was prevalent in most people he encountered particularly in politics, economics and culture. In Texas, he despised the so-called 鈥淐heerleaders鈥� who were protesting the integration of black children in a school in New Orleans. In New Orleans, he learned that racism of the South was not confined with those towards blacks but also towards Jews. The trip ended with Steinbeck missing a U-turn and telling the policeman: 鈥淥fficer, I鈥檝e driven this thing all over the country 鈥� mountains, plains, deserts. And now I鈥檓 back in my own town, where I live 鈥� and I鈥檓 lost.鈥�
This is my 3rd book by Steinbeck and for me this is the most down-to-earth. Although I have only been to California, Philadelphia, Texas and Ohio, visualizing those places he visited and conversations that he had with the people he met was not a problem. I used to enjoy watching American movies in the 50鈥檚 and 60鈥檚 and I was able to picture those scenes in my mind. Also, I think Steinbeck wanted to have a last hand long look with the people he wrote about in his novels that made him who he was 鈥� one of the greatest American authors (and certainly one of my favorite novelists of all times). So what if he had a heart problem? So what if he was alone with just a dog to talk to? So what if there was a raging snow storm outside? So what if he might be killed by dangerous mad men in the forests and highways? The thought of Steinbeck risking his life to be able to see the country for the last time and talk to the people who patronized his novels was a marked of a good artist or, simply, a good humble man.
And oh yes, if you love reading about dogs, read this because Charley could even talk. Steinbeck imagined words being said by his dog in one of the scenes and their dialogues were so clever and amusing. Steinbeck could write anything. He could make any scenario believable. Enough for me to gasp for air as his words were always outrageously breathtaking.
He saw the wastefulness of the people. He got worried about excessive packaging that consumers liked. He noticed the ambiguity of culture brought about my mass media technologies. Advancement in technologies, though giving people instant gratification, could alienate members of the families from each other. He met people who could not be trusted even by giving the right direction. He met poor migrant potato pickers from Canada (that reminded me of the Joads family in his opus, The Grapes of Wrath). He finally saw Niagara Falls that made him happy because finally we could say we saw it already. He met unreasonable and illogical border authorities. He saw how people in different states differ on how they talk to one another and treat other people. For example, in New England people spoke very little and waited for him to come over while in Midwestern cities, people were more outgoing and did not hesitate approaching him. He got amazed on how fast the population grew in those states that he had visited before. When he visited Sauk Centre because he would like to see the birthplace of his favorite writer, Sinclair Lewis he got disheartened. A waitress in the restaurant did not know who Lewis was. In fact, ignorance, according to him, was prevalent in most people he encountered particularly in politics, economics and culture. In Texas, he despised the so-called 鈥淐heerleaders鈥� who were protesting the integration of black children in a school in New Orleans. In New Orleans, he learned that racism of the South was not confined with those towards blacks but also towards Jews. The trip ended with Steinbeck missing a U-turn and telling the policeman: 鈥淥fficer, I鈥檝e driven this thing all over the country 鈥� mountains, plains, deserts. And now I鈥檓 back in my own town, where I live 鈥� and I鈥檓 lost.鈥�
This is my 3rd book by Steinbeck and for me this is the most down-to-earth. Although I have only been to California, Philadelphia, Texas and Ohio, visualizing those places he visited and conversations that he had with the people he met was not a problem. I used to enjoy watching American movies in the 50鈥檚 and 60鈥檚 and I was able to picture those scenes in my mind. Also, I think Steinbeck wanted to have a last hand long look with the people he wrote about in his novels that made him who he was 鈥� one of the greatest American authors (and certainly one of my favorite novelists of all times). So what if he had a heart problem? So what if he was alone with just a dog to talk to? So what if there was a raging snow storm outside? So what if he might be killed by dangerous mad men in the forests and highways? The thought of Steinbeck risking his life to be able to see the country for the last time and talk to the people who patronized his novels was a marked of a good artist or, simply, a good humble man.
And oh yes, if you love reading about dogs, read this because Charley could even talk. Steinbeck imagined words being said by his dog in one of the scenes and their dialogues were so clever and amusing. Steinbeck could write anything. He could make any scenario believable. Enough for me to gasp for air as his words were always outrageously breathtaking.
March 23, 2025
As opposed to Hemingway, throughout Steinbeck's works, we see his deep sensitivity toward animals, nature, and the environment. For example, in how he uses the dust storm at the opening scene of The Grapes of Wrath and the diluvial rain at its closing, the tortoise disoriented by the truck's tires, the quails and the rattle snakes in The Long Valley, and in the destruction of landscapes by wild dumping of domestic and industrial wastes. This book shows Steinbeck at his pinnacle in his symbiosis with his dog named Charley, who wanted to defend him from grizzlies and then panicked from a female dog!
The section where Old Charley has prostate problems is particularly touching.
The section where Old Charley has prostate problems is particularly touching.
October 25, 2022
September 23, 1960, Steinbeck sets out from his home in Sag Harbor, New York with his friendly French poodle, Charley as his companion. He was only 58 years old, but had had a few health concerns that left his wife a bit worried about letting him go on his own. Steinbeck was intent on taking a journey across America and doing it all on his own. He had this need, according to his wife in the preface, to prove that he wasn鈥檛 an old man and that he was capable. This is certainly a concept that most, if not all of us come to contend with in our lives. He had finished his final novel in 1960, The Winter of our Discontent, and the tumultuousness of this decade was at the forefront of his mind since writing about America and its people was at the center of his craft.
So in an effort to get back the flavor of the United States that he felt he had lost and to gain what he called a reknowledge of my own country, of its speeches, it鈥檚 views, its attitudes and its changes, Steinbeck prepared for his 3 month journey very attentively bringing with him in his truck outfitted with a camper, everything he would need and more. His plan was to stay away from highways and cities and take the back roads and going at a pace that would allow him to actually see the country. From east coast to west, back to his home where he grew up in California, down through the southwest, Texas and Louisiana, Steinbeck observed and soaked up all that he could as he crossed the roads and by-ways of his country he wanted to become acquainted with once again.
I was right there with him as he travelled along and enjoyed the trip very much. It was enlightening and Steinbeck鈥檚 storytelling and descriptions of the beauty of the country was what made this a memorable read. This could have been boring and dull but it was quite the opposite. I wanted to keep reading to see what he would write about next. He left many little tidbits to think about along the way, bits of wisdom or thoughtfulness about something as simple as taking a trip. There are soooo many good quotes here that it鈥檚 hard to choose just a few.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we not take a trip; a trip takes us.
So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.
I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy.
I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.
A dog...is a bond between strangers.
You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.
So in an effort to get back the flavor of the United States that he felt he had lost and to gain what he called a reknowledge of my own country, of its speeches, it鈥檚 views, its attitudes and its changes, Steinbeck prepared for his 3 month journey very attentively bringing with him in his truck outfitted with a camper, everything he would need and more. His plan was to stay away from highways and cities and take the back roads and going at a pace that would allow him to actually see the country. From east coast to west, back to his home where he grew up in California, down through the southwest, Texas and Louisiana, Steinbeck observed and soaked up all that he could as he crossed the roads and by-ways of his country he wanted to become acquainted with once again.
I was right there with him as he travelled along and enjoyed the trip very much. It was enlightening and Steinbeck鈥檚 storytelling and descriptions of the beauty of the country was what made this a memorable read. This could have been boring and dull but it was quite the opposite. I wanted to keep reading to see what he would write about next. He left many little tidbits to think about along the way, bits of wisdom or thoughtfulness about something as simple as taking a trip. There are soooo many good quotes here that it鈥檚 hard to choose just a few.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we not take a trip; a trip takes us.
So much there is to see, but our morning eyes describe a different world than do our afternoon eyes, and surely our wearied evening eyes can report only a weary evening world.
I think today if we forbade our illiterate children to touch the wonderful things of our literature, perhaps they might steal them and find secret joy.
I wonder why it is that when I plan a route too carefully, it goes to pieces, whereas if I blunder along in blissful ignorance aimed in a fancied direction I get through with no trouble.
A dog...is a bond between strangers.
You can't go home again because home has ceased to exist except in the mothballs of memory.
April 23, 2025
How often I have wished to do this: just get on the road and head off for destinations unknown. Searching for America John Steinbeck also finds out more about himself - via the intersection of 'examined life' avenue and 'Socratic lane'. If I ever won the lottery I suspect I would do something very similar to what Steinbeck did in this book.
January 12, 2022
"Traveling with Charlie in search of America" took. already knowing that he is extraordinarily good, he is a Master and he knows how to play my soul strings so that they sound in unison with his word. What is a "Journey"? This is a collection of essays, road impressions from a lonely journey of a writer who is under sixty and has serious heart problems (not a word is mentioned in the book about this, it's from another source) across America in a pickup truck equipped for road housing, in the company of a poodle named Charlie.
In a calm, respectful, independent manner, this is very similar to Vladimir Pozner's "One-Story America" and "Tour de France". With the difference that in addition to Urgant in the satellites, a crowd of people from the film crew followed him, and Steinbeck rode alone. And my admiration for a man who decided on such a journey, being very middle-aged, well-known, well-off and having no other prerequisites than the need to breathe fresh energy into his, stagnant in a well-fed stall, Pegasus - my admiration is immeasurable.
Looking ahead, "Journey" became a super-bestseller and led the lists for a short time (until it was pushed by another book). However, it coincided with the award of the literary Nobel, so I would not be surprised if the reason was not the merits of the book, but the inevitable surge of interest. But the book is a miracle, how good it is and reading it was a pleasure from beginning to end. I, nourished by the milk of King's novels, was interested in a look at the state of Maine from the outside and the amazing discovery was that it exactly coincided with what I read about the state and its inhabitants in King. Although I didn't know anything about potatoes for three and a half decades of love for the Master's books. Well, about the fact that Maine is such an American Belarus and that seasonal Canadians illegally cross the border during the collection, which the customs looks through their fingers.
袨薪 斜褘谢 锌械褉胁褘屑 邪薪谐谢芯褟蟹褘褔薪褘屑 锌懈褋邪褌械谢械屑, 泻芯褌芯褉芯谐芯 胁蟹褟谢邪褋褜 褔懈褌邪褌褜 胁 芯褉懈谐懈薪邪谢械. 啸芯褌褟, 械褋谢懈 褋芯胁褋械屑 褌芯褔薪芯, 褌芯 斜褘谢邪 邪写邪锌褌邪褑懈褟 锌芯 屑械褌芯写褍 袠谢褜懈 肖褉邪薪泻邪. 袩芯褌芯屑褍 懈 胁褘斜褉邪谢邪 "袨 屑褘褕邪褏 懈 谢褞写褟褏" 小 芯写薪芯泄 褋褌芯褉芯薪褘, 锌褉懈蟹薪邪薪薪褘泄 屑邪褋褌械褉; 褋 写褉褍谐芯泄, 锌芯胁械褋褌褜 薪械斜芯谢褜褕邪褟 锌芯 芯斜褗械屑褍 懈 泻邪泻-薪懈斜褍写褜 褍卸 芯褋懈谢褞; 薪芯 谐谢邪胁薪芯械 - 邪写邪锌褌懈褉芯胁邪薪薪芯械 懈蟹写邪薪懈械. 袙蟹褟褌褜 懈 薪邪褔邪褌褜 褔懈褌邪褌褜 薪邪 懈薪芯褋褌褉邪薪薪芯屑 - 泻邪泻 薪褘褉褟褌褜 薪邪 谐谢褍斜懈薪褍: 械褋谢懈 锌械褉械胁芯写 屑芯卸薪芯 褋褉邪胁薪懈褌褜 褋 斜邪褌懈褋泻邪褎芯屑, 芯斜械褋锌械褔懈胁邪褞褖懈屑 斜械蟹芯锌邪褋薪芯械 锌芯谐褉褍卸械薪懈械, 褏芯褌褟 斜械蟹 薪械锌芯褋褉械写褋褌胁械薪薪芯谐芯 泻芯薪褌邪泻褌邪; 邪 锌褉芯褋褌芯 褔褌械薪懈械 - 褋 芯褖褍褖械薪懈褟屑懈 薪褘褉褟谢褜褖懈泻邪, 薪械 懈屑械褞褖械谐芯 屑械卸写褍 褋芯斜芯泄 懈 褋褉械写芯泄 薪懈褔械谐芯, 泻褉芯屑械 锌谢邪胁芯泻; 褌芯 邪写邪锌褌邪褑懈褟 - 褝褌芯 谢械谐泻懈泄 褋泻邪褎邪薪写褉: 褌褘 械褖械 薪械 褋芯胁褋械屑 胁 褋褉械写械 懈 薪械 屑芯卸械褕褜 锌芯褔褍胁褋褌胁芯胁邪褌褜 械械 泻芯卸械泄, 薪芯 褍卸械 写胁懈谐邪械褕褜褋褟 胁薪褍褌褉懈 褋胁芯斜芯写薪芯, 胁褘斜懈褉邪械褕褜 薪邪锌褉邪胁谢械薪懈械 胁蟹谐谢褟写邪, 屑芯卸械褕褜 褍胁懈写械褌褜 胁 褉邪蟹褘 斜芯谢褜褕械. 褔械屑 胁 锌械褉懈褋泻芯锌.
袠褌邪泻, 褟 胁褘斜褉邪谢邪 褌芯谐写邪, 褔械褌褘褉械 谐芯写邪 薪邪蟹邪写 "袦褘褕械泄 懈 谢褞写械泄", 屑邪褟谢邪褋褜, 泻邪泻 胁芯写懈褌褋褟, 写胁械 褌褉械褌懈 芯褌 泻薪懈谐懈 (褉邪写芯褋褌褜 - 写邪. 薪芯 懈 斜芯谢褜褕芯泄 褌褉褍写, 锌褉械芯写芯谢械薪懈械, 锌械褉械谢邪屑褘胁邪薪懈械 褋褌械褉械芯褌懈锌芯胁), 薪芯 胁 屑芯屑械薪褌, 泻芯谐写邪 袛卸芯褉写卸 褉邪褋褋泻邪蟹褘胁邪械褌 芯斜 懈褏 褋 袥械薪薪懈 屑械褔褌械, 芯 褎械褉屑械, 谐写械 胁 芯褔邪谐械 谐芯褉懈褌 芯谐芯薪褜, 懈褋锌褘褌邪谢邪 锌芯褌褉褟褋械薪懈械 - 芯褋芯斜褘泄 褉芯写 褔懈褌邪褌械谢褜褋泻芯谐芯 泻邪褌邪褉褋懈褋邪, 锌芯谢薪芯械 芯褌芯卸写械褋褌胁谢械薪懈械 褋 谐械褉芯械屑; 锌褉芯褋褌芯 褋褌邪谢邪 懈屑. 袠 褝褌芯 斜褘谢芯 写邪卸械 薪械 薪褘褉褟褌褜 褋 邪泻胁邪谢邪薪谐芯屑, 邪 褋褌邪褌褜 褉褘斜芯泄 - 褉邪写懈 褌邪泻懈褏 屑谐薪芯胁械薪懈泄 胁芯谢褕械斜褋褌胁邪 锌褉械芯斜褉邪卸械薪懈褟 屑褘 懈 褔懈褌邪械屑. 袠 褟 锌芯谢褞斜懈谢邪 小褌械泄薪斜械泻邪.
袩芯褌芯屑褍 "袩褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械 褋 效邪褉谢懈 胁 锌芯懈褋泻邪褏 袗屑械褉懈泻懈" 斜褉邪谢邪. 褍卸械 蟹薪邪褟 - 芯薪 褏芯褉芯褕 薪械芯斜褘褔邪泄薪芯, 芯薪 袦邪褋褌械褉 懈 芯薪 褍屑械械褌 褌邪泻 懈谐褉邪褌褜 薪邪 屑芯懈褏 写褍褕械胁薪褘褏 褋褌褉褍薪邪褏, 褔褌芯斜褘 蟹胁褍褔邪谢懈 胁 褍薪懈褋芯薪 褋 械谐芯 褋谢芯胁芯屑. 效褌芯 褌邪泻芯械 "袩褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械"? 协褌芯 褋斜芯褉薪懈泻 褝褋褋褝, 写芯褉芯卸薪褘械 胁锌械褔邪褌谢械薪懈褟 芯褌 芯写懈薪芯泻芯谐芯 锌褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈褟 锌懈褋邪褌械谢褟, 泻芯褌芯褉芯屑褍 锌芯写 褕械褋褌褜写械褋褟褌 懈 褍 薪械谐芯 褋械褉褜械蟹薪褘械 锌褉芯斜谢械屑褘 褋 褋械褉写褑械屑 (胁 泻薪懈谐械 芯斜 褝褌芯屑 薪懈 褋谢芯胁芯屑 薪械 褍锌芯屑懈薪邪械褌褋褟, 褝褌芯 懈蟹 写褉褍谐芯谐芯 懈褋褌芯褔薪懈泻邪) 褔械褉械蟹 胁褋褞 袗屑械褉懈泻褍 薪邪 谐褉褍蟹芯胁懈褔泻械-锌懈泻邪锌械, 芯斜芯褉褍写芯胁邪薪薪芯屑 锌芯写 写芯褉芯卸薪芯械 卸懈谢褜械, 胁 芯斜褖械褋褌胁械 锌褍写械谢褟 锌芯 懈屑械薪懈 效邪褉谢懈.
小锌芯泻芯泄薪芯泄, 褍胁邪卸懈褌械谢褜薪芯泄, 薪械蟹邪胁懈褋懈屑芯泄 屑邪薪械褉芯泄 褝褌芯 芯褔械薪褜 锌芯褏芯卸械 薪邪 "袨写薪芯褝褌邪卸薪褍褞 袗屑械褉懈泻褍" 懈 "孝褍褉 写械 肖褉邪薪褋" 袙谢邪写懈屑懈褉邪 袩芯蟹薪械褉邪. 小 褌芯泄 褉邪蟹薪懈褑械泄, 褔褌芯 泻褉芯屑械 校褉谐邪薪褌邪 胁 褋锌褍褌薪懈泻邪褏, 蟹邪 薪懈屑 泻芯谢械褋懈谢邪 褌芯谢锌邪 薪邪褉芯写褍 懈蟹 褋褗械屑芯褔薪芯泄 谐褉褍锌锌褘, 邪 小褌械泄薪斜械泻 械褏邪谢 芯写懈薪. 袠 屑芯械 胁芯褋褏懈褖械薪懈械 褔械谢芯胁械泻芯屑, 褉械褕懈胁褕懈屑褋褟 薪邪 褌邪泻芯械 锌褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械, 斜褍写褍褔懈 胁械褋褜屑邪 薪械屑芯谢芯写褘屑, 懈蟹胁械褋褌薪褘屑, 芯斜械褋锌械褔械薪薪褘屑 懈 薪械 懈屑械褞褖懈屑 写褉褍谐懈褏 锌褉械写锌芯褋褘谢芯泻, 泻褉芯屑械 薪械芯斜褏芯写懈屑芯褋褌懈 胁写芯褏薪褍褌褜 褋胁械卸懈械 褋懈谢褘 胁 褋胁芯械谐芯, 蟹邪褋褌芯褟胁褕械谐芯褋褟 胁 褋褘褌芯屑 褋褌芯泄谢械, 袩械谐邪褋邪 - 屑芯械 胁芯褋褏懈褖械薪懈械 斜械蟹屑械褉薪芯.
袟邪斜械谐邪褟 胁锌械褉械写, "袩褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械" 褋褌邪谢芯 褋褍锌械褉斜械褋褌褋械谢谢械褉芯屑 懈 谢懈写懈褉芯胁邪谢芯 薪械写芯谢谐芯械 胁褉械屑褟 胁 褋锌懈褋泻邪褏 (锌芯泻邪 薪械 斜褘谢芯 锌芯褌械褋薪械薪芯 写褉褍谐芯泄 泻薪懈谐芯泄). 袨写薪邪泻芯 锌芯 胁褉械屑械薪懈 褝褌芯 褋芯胁锌邪谢芯 褋 锌褉懈褋褍卸写械薪懈械屑 谢懈褌械褉邪褌褍褉薪芯谐芯 袧芯斜械谢褟, 锌芯褌芯屑褍 薪械 褍写懈胁谢褞褋褜, 械褋谢懈 锌褉懈褔懈薪芯泄 薪械 写芯褋褌芯懈薪褋褌胁邪 泻薪懈谐懈, 邪 薪械懈蟹斜械卸薪褘泄 胁褋锌谢械褋泻 懈薪褌械褉械褋邪. 袧芯 泻薪懈谐邪 褔褍写芯, 泻邪泻 褏芯褉芯褕邪 懈 褔懈褌邪褌褜 械械 斜褘谢芯 薪邪褋谢邪卸写械薪懈械屑 芯褌 薪邪褔邪谢邪 懈 写芯 泻芯薪褑邪. 袦薪械, 胁褋泻芯褉屑谢械薪薪芯泄 屑芯谢芯泻芯屑 泻懈薪谐芯胁褘褏 褉芯屑邪薪芯胁, 懈薪褌械褉械褋械薪 斜褘谢 胁蟹谐谢褟写 薪邪 褕褌邪褌 袦褝薪 褋芯 褋褌芯褉芯薪褘 懈 褍写懈胁懈褌械谢褜薪褘屑 芯褌泻褉褘褌懈械屑 褋褌邪谢芯, 褔褌芯 芯薪 胁 褌芯褔薪芯褋褌懈 褋芯胁锌邪谢 褋 褌械屑, 褔褌芯 褔懈褌邪谢邪 芯 褕褌邪褌械 懈 械谐芯 卸懈褌械谢褟褏 褍 袣懈薪谐邪. 啸芯褌褟 芯 泻邪褉褌芯褕泻械 薪懈褔械谐芯 薪械 蟹薪邪谢邪 蟹邪 褌褉懈 褋 锌芯谢芯胁懈薪芯泄 写械褋褟褌泻邪 谢械褌 谢褞斜胁懈 泻 泻薪懈谐邪屑 袦邪褋褌械褉邪. 袧褍, 芯 褌芯屑, 褔褌芯 袦褝薪 - 褝褌芯 褌邪泻邪褟 邪屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋泻邪褟 袘械谢芯褉褍褋褋懈褟 懈 褔褌芯 褔械褉械蟹 谐褉邪薪懈褑褍 薪械谢械谐邪谢褜薪芯 锌械褉械褏芯写褟褌 泻邪薪邪写褑褘-褋械蟹芯薪薪懈泻懈 胁芯 胁褉械屑褟 褋斜芯褉邪, 薪邪 褔褌芯 褌邪屑芯卸薪褟 褋屑芯褌褉懈褌 褋泻胁芯蟹褜 锌邪谢褜褑褘.
啸芯褉芯褕芯, 褟褉泻芯, 芯褋褌褉芯褍屑薪芯 薪芯 斜械蟹 蟹谢芯斜褘 胁褋械. 效懈褌邪械褕褜, 泻邪泻 械写械褕褜 褋邪屑-褌褉械褌懈泄 褋 写胁褍屑褟 锌褍褌械褕械褋褌胁械薪薪懈泻邪屑懈. 袦械薪褟械褌褋褟 锌械泄蟹邪卸, 褋屑械薪褟褞褌 写褉褍谐 写褉褍谐邪 胁褉械屑械薪邪 谐芯写邪 懈 泻谢懈屑邪褌懈褔械褋泻懈械 锌芯褟褋邪. 袦械薪褟械褌褋褟 屑械薪褌邪谢褜薪芯褋褌褜, 胁 褔械屑-褌芯 芯褋褌邪胁邪褟褋褜 芯斜褖械泄, 邪屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋泻芯泄, 胁 褔械屑-褌芯 邪蟹懈褌械谢褜薪芯 芯褌谢懈褔邪褟褋褜 芯褌 褕褌邪褌邪 泻 褕褌邪褌褍. 小褌褉邪褕薪芯, 斜芯谢褜薪芯 懈 薪械锌芯薪褟褌薪芯 胁 袧褜褞-袨褉谢械邪薪械, 芯写薪邪泻芯, 锌芯 褋褍褌懈, 小褌械泄薪斜械泻 胁芯褉芯褏薪褍谢 芯褋懈薪薪芯械 谐薪械蟹写芯, 泻芯褌芯褉芯械 懈 薪械 写褍屑邪械褌 械褖械 褍褋锌芯泻邪懈胁邪褌褜褋褟. 袠 褋泻芯谢褜泻芯 械褖械 斜褍写械褌 胁褋械谐芯 胁 袗屑械褉懈泻械 褋 褉邪褋芯胁褘屑懈 锌褉芯斜谢械屑邪屑懈. 啸芯褉芯褕芯, 褔褌芯 薪邪褕邪 懈屑锌械褉褋泻邪褟 褝泻褋锌邪薪褋懈褟 写胁懈谐邪谢邪褋褜 懈薪褘屑 锌褍褌械屑.
效褍写械褋薪邪褟 泻薪懈谐邪, 锌芯褔懈褌邪泄褌械 - 芯薪邪 褌芯谐芯 褋褌芯懈褌.
In a calm, respectful, independent manner, this is very similar to Vladimir Pozner's "One-Story America" and "Tour de France". With the difference that in addition to Urgant in the satellites, a crowd of people from the film crew followed him, and Steinbeck rode alone. And my admiration for a man who decided on such a journey, being very middle-aged, well-known, well-off and having no other prerequisites than the need to breathe fresh energy into his, stagnant in a well-fed stall, Pegasus - my admiration is immeasurable.
Looking ahead, "Journey" became a super-bestseller and led the lists for a short time (until it was pushed by another book). However, it coincided with the award of the literary Nobel, so I would not be surprised if the reason was not the merits of the book, but the inevitable surge of interest. But the book is a miracle, how good it is and reading it was a pleasure from beginning to end. I, nourished by the milk of King's novels, was interested in a look at the state of Maine from the outside and the amazing discovery was that it exactly coincided with what I read about the state and its inhabitants in King. Although I didn't know anything about potatoes for three and a half decades of love for the Master's books. Well, about the fact that Maine is such an American Belarus and that seasonal Canadians illegally cross the border during the collection, which the customs looks through their fingers.
袨薪 斜褘谢 锌械褉胁褘屑 邪薪谐谢芯褟蟹褘褔薪褘屑 锌懈褋邪褌械谢械屑, 泻芯褌芯褉芯谐芯 胁蟹褟谢邪褋褜 褔懈褌邪褌褜 胁 芯褉懈谐懈薪邪谢械. 啸芯褌褟, 械褋谢懈 褋芯胁褋械屑 褌芯褔薪芯, 褌芯 斜褘谢邪 邪写邪锌褌邪褑懈褟 锌芯 屑械褌芯写褍 袠谢褜懈 肖褉邪薪泻邪. 袩芯褌芯屑褍 懈 胁褘斜褉邪谢邪 "袨 屑褘褕邪褏 懈 谢褞写褟褏" 小 芯写薪芯泄 褋褌芯褉芯薪褘, 锌褉懈蟹薪邪薪薪褘泄 屑邪褋褌械褉; 褋 写褉褍谐芯泄, 锌芯胁械褋褌褜 薪械斜芯谢褜褕邪褟 锌芯 芯斜褗械屑褍 懈 泻邪泻-薪懈斜褍写褜 褍卸 芯褋懈谢褞; 薪芯 谐谢邪胁薪芯械 - 邪写邪锌褌懈褉芯胁邪薪薪芯械 懈蟹写邪薪懈械. 袙蟹褟褌褜 懈 薪邪褔邪褌褜 褔懈褌邪褌褜 薪邪 懈薪芯褋褌褉邪薪薪芯屑 - 泻邪泻 薪褘褉褟褌褜 薪邪 谐谢褍斜懈薪褍: 械褋谢懈 锌械褉械胁芯写 屑芯卸薪芯 褋褉邪胁薪懈褌褜 褋 斜邪褌懈褋泻邪褎芯屑, 芯斜械褋锌械褔懈胁邪褞褖懈屑 斜械蟹芯锌邪褋薪芯械 锌芯谐褉褍卸械薪懈械, 褏芯褌褟 斜械蟹 薪械锌芯褋褉械写褋褌胁械薪薪芯谐芯 泻芯薪褌邪泻褌邪; 邪 锌褉芯褋褌芯 褔褌械薪懈械 - 褋 芯褖褍褖械薪懈褟屑懈 薪褘褉褟谢褜褖懈泻邪, 薪械 懈屑械褞褖械谐芯 屑械卸写褍 褋芯斜芯泄 懈 褋褉械写芯泄 薪懈褔械谐芯, 泻褉芯屑械 锌谢邪胁芯泻; 褌芯 邪写邪锌褌邪褑懈褟 - 褝褌芯 谢械谐泻懈泄 褋泻邪褎邪薪写褉: 褌褘 械褖械 薪械 褋芯胁褋械屑 胁 褋褉械写械 懈 薪械 屑芯卸械褕褜 锌芯褔褍胁褋褌胁芯胁邪褌褜 械械 泻芯卸械泄, 薪芯 褍卸械 写胁懈谐邪械褕褜褋褟 胁薪褍褌褉懈 褋胁芯斜芯写薪芯, 胁褘斜懈褉邪械褕褜 薪邪锌褉邪胁谢械薪懈械 胁蟹谐谢褟写邪, 屑芯卸械褕褜 褍胁懈写械褌褜 胁 褉邪蟹褘 斜芯谢褜褕械. 褔械屑 胁 锌械褉懈褋泻芯锌.
袠褌邪泻, 褟 胁褘斜褉邪谢邪 褌芯谐写邪, 褔械褌褘褉械 谐芯写邪 薪邪蟹邪写 "袦褘褕械泄 懈 谢褞写械泄", 屑邪褟谢邪褋褜, 泻邪泻 胁芯写懈褌褋褟, 写胁械 褌褉械褌懈 芯褌 泻薪懈谐懈 (褉邪写芯褋褌褜 - 写邪. 薪芯 懈 斜芯谢褜褕芯泄 褌褉褍写, 锌褉械芯写芯谢械薪懈械, 锌械褉械谢邪屑褘胁邪薪懈械 褋褌械褉械芯褌懈锌芯胁), 薪芯 胁 屑芯屑械薪褌, 泻芯谐写邪 袛卸芯褉写卸 褉邪褋褋泻邪蟹褘胁邪械褌 芯斜 懈褏 褋 袥械薪薪懈 屑械褔褌械, 芯 褎械褉屑械, 谐写械 胁 芯褔邪谐械 谐芯褉懈褌 芯谐芯薪褜, 懈褋锌褘褌邪谢邪 锌芯褌褉褟褋械薪懈械 - 芯褋芯斜褘泄 褉芯写 褔懈褌邪褌械谢褜褋泻芯谐芯 泻邪褌邪褉褋懈褋邪, 锌芯谢薪芯械 芯褌芯卸写械褋褌胁谢械薪懈械 褋 谐械褉芯械屑; 锌褉芯褋褌芯 褋褌邪谢邪 懈屑. 袠 褝褌芯 斜褘谢芯 写邪卸械 薪械 薪褘褉褟褌褜 褋 邪泻胁邪谢邪薪谐芯屑, 邪 褋褌邪褌褜 褉褘斜芯泄 - 褉邪写懈 褌邪泻懈褏 屑谐薪芯胁械薪懈泄 胁芯谢褕械斜褋褌胁邪 锌褉械芯斜褉邪卸械薪懈褟 屑褘 懈 褔懈褌邪械屑. 袠 褟 锌芯谢褞斜懈谢邪 小褌械泄薪斜械泻邪.
袩芯褌芯屑褍 "袩褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械 褋 效邪褉谢懈 胁 锌芯懈褋泻邪褏 袗屑械褉懈泻懈" 斜褉邪谢邪. 褍卸械 蟹薪邪褟 - 芯薪 褏芯褉芯褕 薪械芯斜褘褔邪泄薪芯, 芯薪 袦邪褋褌械褉 懈 芯薪 褍屑械械褌 褌邪泻 懈谐褉邪褌褜 薪邪 屑芯懈褏 写褍褕械胁薪褘褏 褋褌褉褍薪邪褏, 褔褌芯斜褘 蟹胁褍褔邪谢懈 胁 褍薪懈褋芯薪 褋 械谐芯 褋谢芯胁芯屑. 效褌芯 褌邪泻芯械 "袩褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械"? 协褌芯 褋斜芯褉薪懈泻 褝褋褋褝, 写芯褉芯卸薪褘械 胁锌械褔邪褌谢械薪懈褟 芯褌 芯写懈薪芯泻芯谐芯 锌褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈褟 锌懈褋邪褌械谢褟, 泻芯褌芯褉芯屑褍 锌芯写 褕械褋褌褜写械褋褟褌 懈 褍 薪械谐芯 褋械褉褜械蟹薪褘械 锌褉芯斜谢械屑褘 褋 褋械褉写褑械屑 (胁 泻薪懈谐械 芯斜 褝褌芯屑 薪懈 褋谢芯胁芯屑 薪械 褍锌芯屑懈薪邪械褌褋褟, 褝褌芯 懈蟹 写褉褍谐芯谐芯 懈褋褌芯褔薪懈泻邪) 褔械褉械蟹 胁褋褞 袗屑械褉懈泻褍 薪邪 谐褉褍蟹芯胁懈褔泻械-锌懈泻邪锌械, 芯斜芯褉褍写芯胁邪薪薪芯屑 锌芯写 写芯褉芯卸薪芯械 卸懈谢褜械, 胁 芯斜褖械褋褌胁械 锌褍写械谢褟 锌芯 懈屑械薪懈 效邪褉谢懈.
小锌芯泻芯泄薪芯泄, 褍胁邪卸懈褌械谢褜薪芯泄, 薪械蟹邪胁懈褋懈屑芯泄 屑邪薪械褉芯泄 褝褌芯 芯褔械薪褜 锌芯褏芯卸械 薪邪 "袨写薪芯褝褌邪卸薪褍褞 袗屑械褉懈泻褍" 懈 "孝褍褉 写械 肖褉邪薪褋" 袙谢邪写懈屑懈褉邪 袩芯蟹薪械褉邪. 小 褌芯泄 褉邪蟹薪懈褑械泄, 褔褌芯 泻褉芯屑械 校褉谐邪薪褌邪 胁 褋锌褍褌薪懈泻邪褏, 蟹邪 薪懈屑 泻芯谢械褋懈谢邪 褌芯谢锌邪 薪邪褉芯写褍 懈蟹 褋褗械屑芯褔薪芯泄 谐褉褍锌锌褘, 邪 小褌械泄薪斜械泻 械褏邪谢 芯写懈薪. 袠 屑芯械 胁芯褋褏懈褖械薪懈械 褔械谢芯胁械泻芯屑, 褉械褕懈胁褕懈屑褋褟 薪邪 褌邪泻芯械 锌褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械, 斜褍写褍褔懈 胁械褋褜屑邪 薪械屑芯谢芯写褘屑, 懈蟹胁械褋褌薪褘屑, 芯斜械褋锌械褔械薪薪褘屑 懈 薪械 懈屑械褞褖懈屑 写褉褍谐懈褏 锌褉械写锌芯褋褘谢芯泻, 泻褉芯屑械 薪械芯斜褏芯写懈屑芯褋褌懈 胁写芯褏薪褍褌褜 褋胁械卸懈械 褋懈谢褘 胁 褋胁芯械谐芯, 蟹邪褋褌芯褟胁褕械谐芯褋褟 胁 褋褘褌芯屑 褋褌芯泄谢械, 袩械谐邪褋邪 - 屑芯械 胁芯褋褏懈褖械薪懈械 斜械蟹屑械褉薪芯.
袟邪斜械谐邪褟 胁锌械褉械写, "袩褍褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械" 褋褌邪谢芯 褋褍锌械褉斜械褋褌褋械谢谢械褉芯屑 懈 谢懈写懈褉芯胁邪谢芯 薪械写芯谢谐芯械 胁褉械屑褟 胁 褋锌懈褋泻邪褏 (锌芯泻邪 薪械 斜褘谢芯 锌芯褌械褋薪械薪芯 写褉褍谐芯泄 泻薪懈谐芯泄). 袨写薪邪泻芯 锌芯 胁褉械屑械薪懈 褝褌芯 褋芯胁锌邪谢芯 褋 锌褉懈褋褍卸写械薪懈械屑 谢懈褌械褉邪褌褍褉薪芯谐芯 袧芯斜械谢褟, 锌芯褌芯屑褍 薪械 褍写懈胁谢褞褋褜, 械褋谢懈 锌褉懈褔懈薪芯泄 薪械 写芯褋褌芯懈薪褋褌胁邪 泻薪懈谐懈, 邪 薪械懈蟹斜械卸薪褘泄 胁褋锌谢械褋泻 懈薪褌械褉械褋邪. 袧芯 泻薪懈谐邪 褔褍写芯, 泻邪泻 褏芯褉芯褕邪 懈 褔懈褌邪褌褜 械械 斜褘谢芯 薪邪褋谢邪卸写械薪懈械屑 芯褌 薪邪褔邪谢邪 懈 写芯 泻芯薪褑邪. 袦薪械, 胁褋泻芯褉屑谢械薪薪芯泄 屑芯谢芯泻芯屑 泻懈薪谐芯胁褘褏 褉芯屑邪薪芯胁, 懈薪褌械褉械褋械薪 斜褘谢 胁蟹谐谢褟写 薪邪 褕褌邪褌 袦褝薪 褋芯 褋褌芯褉芯薪褘 懈 褍写懈胁懈褌械谢褜薪褘屑 芯褌泻褉褘褌懈械屑 褋褌邪谢芯, 褔褌芯 芯薪 胁 褌芯褔薪芯褋褌懈 褋芯胁锌邪谢 褋 褌械屑, 褔褌芯 褔懈褌邪谢邪 芯 褕褌邪褌械 懈 械谐芯 卸懈褌械谢褟褏 褍 袣懈薪谐邪. 啸芯褌褟 芯 泻邪褉褌芯褕泻械 薪懈褔械谐芯 薪械 蟹薪邪谢邪 蟹邪 褌褉懈 褋 锌芯谢芯胁懈薪芯泄 写械褋褟褌泻邪 谢械褌 谢褞斜胁懈 泻 泻薪懈谐邪屑 袦邪褋褌械褉邪. 袧褍, 芯 褌芯屑, 褔褌芯 袦褝薪 - 褝褌芯 褌邪泻邪褟 邪屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋泻邪褟 袘械谢芯褉褍褋褋懈褟 懈 褔褌芯 褔械褉械蟹 谐褉邪薪懈褑褍 薪械谢械谐邪谢褜薪芯 锌械褉械褏芯写褟褌 泻邪薪邪写褑褘-褋械蟹芯薪薪懈泻懈 胁芯 胁褉械屑褟 褋斜芯褉邪, 薪邪 褔褌芯 褌邪屑芯卸薪褟 褋屑芯褌褉懈褌 褋泻胁芯蟹褜 锌邪谢褜褑褘.
啸芯褉芯褕芯, 褟褉泻芯, 芯褋褌褉芯褍屑薪芯 薪芯 斜械蟹 蟹谢芯斜褘 胁褋械. 效懈褌邪械褕褜, 泻邪泻 械写械褕褜 褋邪屑-褌褉械褌懈泄 褋 写胁褍屑褟 锌褍褌械褕械褋褌胁械薪薪懈泻邪屑懈. 袦械薪褟械褌褋褟 锌械泄蟹邪卸, 褋屑械薪褟褞褌 写褉褍谐 写褉褍谐邪 胁褉械屑械薪邪 谐芯写邪 懈 泻谢懈屑邪褌懈褔械褋泻懈械 锌芯褟褋邪. 袦械薪褟械褌褋褟 屑械薪褌邪谢褜薪芯褋褌褜, 胁 褔械屑-褌芯 芯褋褌邪胁邪褟褋褜 芯斜褖械泄, 邪屑械褉懈泻邪薪褋泻芯泄, 胁 褔械屑-褌芯 邪蟹懈褌械谢褜薪芯 芯褌谢懈褔邪褟褋褜 芯褌 褕褌邪褌邪 泻 褕褌邪褌褍. 小褌褉邪褕薪芯, 斜芯谢褜薪芯 懈 薪械锌芯薪褟褌薪芯 胁 袧褜褞-袨褉谢械邪薪械, 芯写薪邪泻芯, 锌芯 褋褍褌懈, 小褌械泄薪斜械泻 胁芯褉芯褏薪褍谢 芯褋懈薪薪芯械 谐薪械蟹写芯, 泻芯褌芯褉芯械 懈 薪械 写褍屑邪械褌 械褖械 褍褋锌芯泻邪懈胁邪褌褜褋褟. 袠 褋泻芯谢褜泻芯 械褖械 斜褍写械褌 胁褋械谐芯 胁 袗屑械褉懈泻械 褋 褉邪褋芯胁褘屑懈 锌褉芯斜谢械屑邪屑懈. 啸芯褉芯褕芯, 褔褌芯 薪邪褕邪 懈屑锌械褉褋泻邪褟 褝泻褋锌邪薪褋懈褟 写胁懈谐邪谢邪褋褜 懈薪褘屑 锌褍褌械屑.
效褍写械褋薪邪褟 泻薪懈谐邪, 锌芯褔懈褌邪泄褌械 - 芯薪邪 褌芯谐芯 褋褌芯懈褌.
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