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THE A5 BOOK REVIEWIn 1960, John Steinbeck took off on a 10,000-mile road trip across the country, accompanied by his noble French poodle Charley, traveling in a specially designed camper called Rocinante named after Don Quixote's horse. This was a quest - a chance to get back in touch with America's breadth of landscapes and cultures, and an opportunity to rediscover some of himself along the way. A bit of a memoir, his travelogue provides a great insight into the mind of one of America's most celebrated authors and into the mindset of fellow Americans he met along the way. Steinbeck started from his home in Long Island, NY, headed north to New England, across the northern United States through the Midwest into Montana, further west into the Pacific Northwest, and then down south to his native Salinas in Monterey County, California. Recurrent themes include exposure to regional views on world politics, the undercurrent of racism, and the impact of advancing technology. He made his way home through the deep South where he witnessed white New Orleans women furious with desegregation horribly and tragically harassing six-year-old Ruby Bridges as she made her way into her new school. The writing is pure Steinbeck: incredibly descriptive, equally funny, and intelligently perceptive.
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OTHER A5 RECOMMENDED TRAVEL BOOKS - JOHN STEINBECKJohn Steinbeck is one of America's greatest writers, with a Nobel Prize winner for Literature awarded "for his realistic and imaginative writings, combining as they do sympathetic humour and keen social perception." Learn more about John Steinbeck by clicking here.
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GREAT QUOTES FROM TRAVELS WITH CHARLEY“When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch. When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age. In middle age I was assured greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. Nothing has worked. Four hoarse blasts of a ship’s whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. In other words, once a bum always a bum. I fear this disease incurable.”
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