In his late middle-age, John Steinbeck decides that after 25 years living in France, but writing about America, that he needs to return to take a trek through the landscape in a souped-up truck and a French poodle named Charley. Throughout the trip, he takes wandering notes, discusses the landscape, make-up and character of Americans. He is never maligned or chagrined by what he finds, just fascinated, and where it feels like he should weigh in he doesn’t. He discusses America’s throw-away culture, our tendency […]
