In Travels with Charley, Steinbeck sets out to rediscover America and
himself. Unfortunately for Steinbeck the
America
he finds is one that is fraught with uncertainty and, for him, terror.
Steinbeck states that he wants to go on this journey, incognito, because he feels out of step with what is happening in the “real”
The trip, however, does not bring Steinbeck any comfort,
really. Steinbeck’s hope that he would
reconnect with the land and its people, is quickly extinguished as he confronts
an America
that he does not really recognize or understand. Steinbeck’s disconnection and
unhappiness with the “new” modern world is apparent in his descriptions of his
surroundings.
For example, within the first few hours of setting out on
his trip, he sees a submarine emerge from the water, and he right away links it
to death and destruction when he states “submarines are armed with mass murder,
our silly, only way of deterring mass murder.” (21) Further on, when he decides to spend a night
in a motel, and is faced with a room that has plastic covered cups and a
sanitized bathroom seat, Steinbeck rants about how “Everyone is trying to protect
me and it was horrible.” (47) And, his
perspective of the people he meets is also pretty dismal, overanalyzing
people’s, apparently, unhappy personalities
Steinbeck’s attitude towards America, except for a couple
of occurances, is pretty dismal all the way to the end of the book. Steinbeck’s idea that America is no
longer at its prime and that it has become destructive place to live is
strengthened by his discussions with the people he meets. Nowhere is this more blatantly obvious than
when Steinbeck recounts how a friend of his sadly noted before Steinbeck’s trip
that “this used to be a nation of giants” (168), which Steinbeck pretty much
agrees with as he remembers everyone he met during his trip.
Now, having talked about Steinbeck’s doom and gloom
attitude, don’t misunderstand me, I liked the book. Steinbeck’s, this world has gone to shit
attitude (I hope I can say that, if not, sorry), had me laughing. It reminds of the time I worked at a
commissary which was located within a high-rise apartment building full of
retirees. Jesus, the shit they say! (Sorry)
Everyday, I would hear about how “in the good ole’ days, this and that would
happen…” Personally, I loved to talk to
them because one, I love to talk, and two, because it gave me this inside look
at the older generation (I was in my teens).
I met so many Steinbeck-like personalities that when I read this book I
felt really connected to Steinbeck, in a –there goes my grumpy old grandpa
blabbing again—way.
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