What a huge disappointment.

I am predisposed to enjoy this kind of book. I love to travel and to take the roads less traveled. I've been to many places in America and I throughly enjoy exploring everywhere I haven't yet been. Back in High School, I would read Michael Crichton's Travels, some parts many times over, just imagining what it would be to be able to visit the places he wrote about. Since then, I've read quite a few recollections of random journeys...and I can safely say that Blue Highways is the worst of them.

The author takes his trek around the forgotten parts of America after the failure of his marriage and the loss of his teaching job. He decides to drive all around the country in his van (named Ghost Dancer), just taking the back roads, which used to be labeled blue on maps. To find himself? To look for "America?" To get a better perspective on his lot in life? I don't know, and he never quite says. He starts the journey angry and bitter and those emotions never change.

William Least Heat-Moon supposedly speaks with many of the people that inhabit these small towns, and yet he might as well have just spoken with one of them. Each and every person he finds to chat with "sounds" exactly the same. They all talk in a short, clipped way. No matter what the background or biography, they all have a folksy wisdom-y way of getting their stories across. The same lack of sentence structure, the same lack of pronouns, et.al gets old fast.

Moon also seems less than honest and forthcoming about his intentions towards his subjects. For a while, he seems to keep the fact that he's going to be writing a book about the people he talks to a secret. He will say he's "just passing through," for example, keeping it mysterious. He will chat with someone for dialog-heavy pages, and then move on. But then... there's the middle of the novel, which has pictures of some of these folksy people. So obviously he told his subjects far more than he is telling us. For example: after chatting with some guys who are hang-gliding, they randomly invite him back for dinner and drinks to talk about hang-gliding. According to Moon's account, he barely says three sentences during all of this, and those words are all about the hang-gliding. The suspension of disbelief is constantly tested in this way.

The reason this is a problem is there is no other reason for Moon to be out where he is, having the conversations he's having other than for the purpose of the book.

For a contrast, take Bill Bryson's work. Bryson also travels and writes about his experiences. And yet, be it Australia, England, or backpacking on the AT, each experience he relates feels far more authentic --even when Bryson might be exaggerating for comic effect. The people he meets seem individual people and the reason for his interactions come directly and logically out of his circumstances.

It would also help if William Least Heat-Moon was a likable person; someone we could get behind and enjoy this journey with. Alas, he's a miserable bastard at his worst and just a depressive bore at his best. Every one of his encounters results in the opportunity for him to either chat with "someone" or be highly critical of what he is witnessing. There's no big insight, no humor, no drama.... just moments of "read my thoughts on or about these people" or variations of "this sucks...." The only exceptions are when he throws in a random Walt Whitman quote and he does this so often, you could make a decent drinking game out of it.

My last complaint is about how often Moon wants his readers to know how horrible modern life, big cities, and big highways are. And of course, in contrast, how much better are those blue highways and the little towns. Having traveled quite a lot myself, I can, with full confidence claim that this is utter bullshit.

There are good cities and bad. There are good highways and bad. I would love to never have to drive in I-93 around Boston again. The sprawl and endless mini-malls and tourist traps of Cherokee, North Carolina? Horrible. But what about The Blue Ridge Parkway? That's a national highway, and it is utterly beautiful. 469 Miles of Awesome. Or Highway 1 along the California Coast: one of the most memorable and beautiful things I have ever seen. Just because something is remote and forgotten doesn't mean that it's inherently better than what is popular. Sometimes something is popular for a good reason--because it is good.

I would love to be able to drive around and explore for the amount of time Moon did. In fact, my grandparents took a year out of their retirement and did just that. They came back with wonderful stories and pictures. They went to the popular places and the places hidden away from progress. They talked of that experience for the rest of their lives and it always brought smiles to their faces. And ultimately, that is what Blue Highways lacks. There is no joy in the journey and so it is not worth taking.


108 s1 comment Julie G 927 3,307

The library called. . . and they want their book back. Okay, it was an email, but, yes, I received an email from my local library and they asked for their book back. That's a new one. Apparently I've had it since Thanksgiving!

According to William Least Heat-Moon, the author, this travel memoir was originally an “eight-hundred-page manuscript” that was whittled down to these 500 pages.

Despite the truly exceptional writing (particularly the dialogue of real people—this guy must be an excellent listener), if I had been the editor, I'd have demanded that this bad boy lose a little more weight, thus the reason for my “100 pages too long" shelf.

But, don't get me wrong; it's very good. Really. A unique road trip of the states, on the backroads of America.

You know what's funny, and what's so great? I felt I wouldn't the author, in person, very much at all. I didn't particularly the way he interacted in the world, and I didn't enjoy his late 1970s/early 1980s observations on women's butts, breasts, legs, etc., AND YET, I still loved and appreciated his writing style and I would read another book of his in a heartbeat. I think we need to remember details this. They're important.

You know what else is so funny and so great? I figured out, on page 43, that I am related to the writer. (If you can see my profile picture, you might guess that it's not on his “Heat-Moon” side). As soon as he started looking for one of his white ancestors in a small cemetery near Snow Camp, NC (where some of my ancestors are), I called my sister, who is our family's genealogist and, yep, true story, and we can prove it! I definitely was NOT expecting that!

This book is long, and interesting, and a bit meandering, too. It is a commitment, but if you are a North American and interested, at all, in travel memoirs, you will probably find it to be one of the best in the genre.



As a nation, we are the children of those who tried to solve old problems with a new place, and that may be why the first writing about America comes from explorers and why other travelers' accounts have flourished for half a millennium.100-pages-too-long 80s-forever-more-1980s-titles big-hair-the-80s-project ...more71 s25 comments Evan1,071 813

I feel awfully guilty not taking the time to give back to this book what it gave to me; its carefully shaped and caressed words of observation and wisdom. It deserves much more, but, Heat-Moon, I am on my own journey right now, writing my own inner book. In it, he sets out in a spartan van named "Ghost Dancing," roughly following the "blue highways" (the most rural of rural roads) along the entire border of the Lower 48 to discover himself, the country, or, whatever, after losing his job and his marriage. Heat-Moon encounters people and places in America clinging to fast-disappearing ways and attitudes of life. As a document of this transition taking place three decades ago, the book is invaluable. The end result is the best travel memoir I've ever read, rich in detail and soulfulness. I took it slowly and in its own spirit, sipping and nibbling at it for a whole month and chewing lazily to taste it fully. In the same way that some people read the Bible almost exclusively, I think, were I to have only one book to re-read over and over on a desert island, this could easily be that book. Maybe someday--once the immediate concerns of my practical life are settled--I'll dig into my notes and provide a review that captures the flavor and strengths of this special work.2012-reads adventure-truelife better-than-the-crap-youre-reading ...more63 s W1,185 4

This is supposedly a travel classic,though I was left scratching my head,as to how it qualified for such an exalted status.The most interesting thing about it is the name of the author,William Least Heat Moon.

It is about a trip through the backwater American landscapes and the people who inhabit them,published in 1983.

According to some glowing ,it is supposed to have subtle,kindly humour and vivid details of sights,smells,wildlife and down home talk with at least a hundred memorable characters.

Well,for me,it was a slog.I skimmed a great deal and it still felt hard work.I couldn't care less about the people and landscapes described by the author.It wasn't humorous.

I was reminded of The Lost Continent by Bill Bryson,which is also a trip through small town America.Though not Bryson's best book,it is still a lot more interesting than Blue Highways.

This is yet another book,which makes me rather wary of the term,"travel classic."

One star,or at best,1.5 stars.travel ugh44 s Margitte1,188 583


I started this book about a month ago and tried to fit it into a hectic schedule. This weekend I decided to give it a serious go and see where it would end up.

The author decided to do a circle route of America when his life was destined to fall apart. He lost his job and his marriage was in trouble. Broke both in wallet and heart, he started putting together the trip he wanted to do for several years. He always wondered whether he could cross the United States by auto without ever using a federal highway. In his atlas he followed the back roads, those off the beaten tracks printed in blue.

In the spring of 1978 he set out and traveled 'as long as money, gumption, and the capacity to fend of desolation' would hold up. Fourteen thousand miles, it turned out to be.

He wished for the road to lead him to a new life, one that did not daily promise him more fruit of his failures. "I had no idea whether people in rural America would open up to an intinerant, a fellow more lost than otherwise. Wouldn't their suspicions of a bearded stranger stifle any attemps to talk with them about their lives? I had not then heard novelist John Irving's assertion that there are, at the of heart of things, only two plots, two stories: a stranger rides into town, a stranger rides out of town. Without knowing it, I had a chance for both." He would remember the lines from a Navajo Wind Chant: " Then he was told:
Remember what you have seen,
because everything forgotten
returns to the circling winds."

Several reasons drove me to buy this book. My very first interest in the faraway America started when an American friend subscribed me to the Country magazine. That was many years ago. What a revelation! For fiteen years I kept the subsription going, totally in love with a fascinating country and its people, which I would never experience in its entirety. Then another American friend sent me her old copy of Peter Jenkins' book A Walk Across America and I followed the author's route in total awe. It took some effort to find his other book Looking for Alaska . The day it was delivered, was one of the best ever! It did not take long to discover the British comedian Billy Conolly's rendition of Route 66 as a television series. It just got better and better.

So when I found William Heat-Moon's book, ' Blue Highways' on GR, I was mentally and emotionally packing my bags for another imaginary trip through a country of dreams. The distance of the circular trip would encompass the equivalent to half the circumference of the earth. I will never see it, I know. But with the help of Google and maps, I was able to virtually drive the few thousand miles with William Least Heat-Moon in his delivery truck called Ghost Dancing. " My wife, a woman of striking mixed-blood feautures, came from the Cherokee. Our battles, my Cherokee and I, we called the 'Indian wars.'
For these reasons I named my truck Ghost Dancing, a heavy-handed symbol alluding to ceremonies of the 1890s in which the Plains Indians, wearing cloth shirts they believed rendered them indestructible, danced for the return of warriors, bison, and the fervor of the old life that would sweep away the new. Ghost dancers, desperate resurrection rituals, were the dying rattles of a people whose last defense was delusion -- about all that remained to them in their futility."His pseudonym has a charm of its own. William Least Heat-Moon, byname of William Trogdon is an American travel writer of English, Irish and Osage Nation ancestry. He is the author of a bestselling trilogy of topographical U.S. travel writing.

His pen name came from his father saying, "I call myself Heat Moon, your elder brother is Little Heat Moon. You, coming last, therefore, are Least."

The author's love affair with English ensured that this book would become the voice of Americans in literary form. With his Ph.D. in English, and also serving as a professor, he had the knowledge, experience and curiosity to turn an ordinary travelogue into a travel masterpiece. To the Siouan peoples, the Moon of heat was the seventh month, a time also known as the Blood Moon. William Heat-Moon had seen thirty-eight Blood Moons during his lifetime. His age carried its own madness and futility.

He aimed to visit those towns that get on the map--if they get on at all--only because some cartographer has a blank space to fill: Remote, Oregon; Simplicity, Virginia; New Freedom, Pennsylvania; New Hope, Tennessee; Why, Arizona; Whynot, Mississippi."

Many people would open up their lives and homes for him and with an ease in the art of interviewing people, his ability to portray their history, way of life and language onto paper, he brought a country alive that is not so visible to the naked, and unsuspecting eye. With the addition of well-research history notes, the book becomes much more than a travelogue, or only a personal journey in which he hoped to find himself and his future. It becomes a masterpiece of American society with the spotlight switched on brightly.

It is one of the best travel books I have read so far.

Another firm favorite of mine in the travel genre is The Devil's
Cup: A History of the World According to Coffee by Stewart Lee Allen. I actually reread this book in between, after having a very lively discussion of it last week with a guest. So it was a period of mental travelling for me these past few weeks. Nothing beats a well-written travel journal, at least for me. I guess it is that instinct in all of us to visit distant shores. It feeds our instinct, our curiosity, our dreams. Blue Highways has become my second favorite. This book illustrates so well that the journey beats the destination hands down.

Since its first publication date in 1982, it has appeared on the New York Best Seller's list for several weeks, and have been reprinted several times. This alone, should convince the readers of history and travel genres to try it.

In 2012 a new book was published: BLUE HIGHWAYS Revisited by Edgar I. Ailor, Edgar I Ailor IV
(Photographer), William Least Heat-Moon (Foreword), Edgar I. Ailor, Edgar I Ailor (Photographs). The author and his son revisited all the places and compiled a photographic memory of all the people and the towns.

A video of an interview with William Least Heat-Moon, as well as some photographic footage of the above-mentioned book is available on Youtube .

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Even though written almost forty years ago now this is still an awe-inspiring travelogue. We are taken through the backroads of rural Americana as the author travels in his small van going through towns with odd names. He chats up a wide range of folks – a poor wandering Bible thumper, a barber, a retired teacher, farmers, activists… He captures their integrity, humor, and eccentricities - and sometimes just the fact that some are simply obnoxious.

I confess that maybe because I am somewhat older now, I would never venture into some of the bars (taverns) that the author dropped into meeting some of the less savoury local denizens.

I also wonder how many of these little towns and businesses still exist today and if they have been laid by the wayside by the various drug epidemics that have ravaged the rural U.S. since the 1980’s.

This is a wonderful read – a life journey of a road trip with philosophical musings.

A favourite quote (page 397) from a retired school teacher (Alice Venable Middleton) in Maryland: “Having the gumption to live different and the sense to let everybody else live different. That’s the hardest thing hands down.”travelogue united-states34 s Dan1,195 52

FRANKFORT is a tale of two cities. Once the citizens called it Frank’s Ford after Stephen Frank, a pioneer killed by Indians in 1780 near a shallow crossing in the Kentucky River..... A traveler coming from the west sees no hint of the town because the highway abruptly angles down a bluff into a deep, encircled river valley that conceals even the high dome of the capitol. If you’re ever looking for the most hidden statehouse in America, look no further than Frankfort.

Blue Highways is a 1979 travelogue penned by William Least Heat-Moon. A Vietnam vet and Native American, Heat-Moon details his four month driving trip through the backwaters of America. He starts the book heading out east from his home in Missouri. He drives and sleeps in his 1975 Ford Econo-line van. Once he makes it to Virginia he drives clockwise around the rough border of the lower 48.

This is about as good as road trip travelogues get. It is a series of daily vignettes remarkably absent of self-indulgence, a hard thing to steer clear of in a memoir. His stories feel a little dated not because of the writing but because the country has after all changed quite a bit in the past forty years. When Heat-Moon writes about the landscapes his writing is very captivating. The humor in the book comes infrequently so the book feels serious but rarely pretentious. The history of various towns when he chooses to write about them is also top-notch.

Heat-Moon does spend more time than I would have d writing about the random people he meets along the way. The interactions some times are only a few minutes while others might be hours. Some are memorable, some are just sad. Here is one of the more memorable interactions with the country bumpkins.

“Govnor comes out and shoots you personally if you say against tobacco in this state. I smoked thirty-odd years. Did my duty and got a right to talk. Truth is you cain’t buy a real, true cigarette anymores. That’s why they name them that way—tryin’ to convince you what ain’t there. Real. True. Nothin’ to it. They cut them long, they cut them skinny, they paint them red and green and stuff them with menthol and camphor and eucalyptus. What the hell, they’s makin’ toys. I’ll lay you one of them bright-leaf boys up in Winston-Salem is drawin’ up a cigarette you gotta plug in the wall. Nosir, your timber’s comin’ down to make toys.”
“You don’t smoke now?”
“Why smoke what’s no taste to it? Same as them light beers and whiskies: no flavor. Americans have just got afraid to taste anything”

4 stars. Very good read. The whole idea of driving around the country via the ‘blue highways’ in combination with Heat-Moon’s descriptive writing, when he chooses to do so, is pretty near a 5 star combination. The book did drag on in a few spots where nothing terribly interesting was happening on his journey.





27 s Jason PettusAuthor 13 books1,357

the classic hippie travel tale of a shrinking rural america, far from feeling dated blue highways seems to become more and more relevant with each passing generation. heat-moon (a professor at my college, the university of missouri, in the '80s when i was a student) traveled the country in the 1970s taking only the "blue highways" of his antique road map -- the non-interstate back roads, that is. what he found was a cultural america rapidly disappearing, being replaced with the ka-chings of a million mcdonald's and wal-marts even then. an important book, one worth reading, that happens to be wickedly funny at points too.classic memoir nonfiction ...more28 s Quo300

Ralph Waldo Emerson advised that one should not go where the path may lead but instead should go where there is no path and leave a trail. The erstwhile Bill Trogdon, who transformed himself into William Least Heat-Moon in observation of his Native-American heritage did just that in his book, Blue Highways: A Journey Into America, using travel as a cleansing ritual after the breakup of his marriage & the loss of his college teaching position, always endeavoring to take the "roads less traveled by", as Robert Frost put it.



On some maps, highways marked in red are designated as fast-transit lanes, while "blue highways" are far slower, not always continuous roads, with limited gas stations & other services. The author's stated intent was to uncover places where "change did not mean ruin and where time & deeds connected". And in so-doing, the foreword to the book tells us, Heat-Moon hoped to have a "Nikon-level observation of the meaning of age, loss & change."

The author begins his pilgrimage in a van he labels "Ghost Dancer", because Heat-Moon is of mixed Anglo & Native-American heritage, with "ghost dances serving as desperate resurrection rituals, the dying rattles of a people whose last defense was delusion--about all that remained of their futility." Curiously, this lone traveler with a PhD in English at the Univ. of Missouri sets out from the place where another William, a fictional fellow surnamed "Stoner" taught English.



The personal atmosphere of loss is soon overwhelmed by the people Heat-Moon encounters, including a Trappist monk who had been for 20 years a high-profile Wall Street trader, together with another monk, a former New York City policeman, both a part of a monastic community near Conyers, Georgia causing the author to ask, "what spirit burned in those men that did not burn in me?"

Heat-Moon comes to an area northeast of Tougaloo, Mississippi, a place where "highway does not outrage landscape" & comments:I had a powerful sense of life going about the business of getting on with itself. Pointed phallic sprouts pressed up out of the ooze, green vegetable heads came up from the mire to sniff for vegetation of kin, rising up to the thrall of the oldest rhythms. Things were growing so fast, I could almost feel the heat from their generation: the slow friction of leaf against bud case, petal against petal. For some time, I stood among the high mysteries of being as they consumed the decay of old life.There is a randomness that rules Heat-Moon's peregrinations across the country--images, bits of conversations, ideas, all in search of some structure but with randomness the overarching rule.



He has a great sense of detail on landscapes & a considerable sensitivity to people encountered en route, including desert creatures that have "retained their prehistoric coverings & chitin, lapped scale & primitive defenses of spine & stinger, fang & poison, shell & claw" but also in a Mexican restaurant with "incendiary sauces the color of sludge", where he notices "an Indian with a silver headband, a Chicano with a droopy Pancho Villa mustache & a black man in faded overalls", a trio that Heat-Moon considers must have a "litany of grievances". As he traveled,I tried to keep from looking inward, tried to look outward but as Black Elk says, certain things among the shadows of a man's life do not have to be remembered--they remember themselves. Some men take their broken marriages to church-basement workshops. I took mine to the highways & attempted to tuck it away for nearly 11,000 miles.

I had poked into things along the byroads, all the while hiding from my own failure. I lost myself to the monotonous rhythm & darkness as past & present fused & dim things came & went in a staccato of moments separated by miles of darkness. On the road, where change is continuous & visible, time is not: rather, it is something the rider only infers. Time is not the traveler's fourth dimension--change is.Along the way, Heat-Moon meets Perfidio Sanchez, an Apache hitchhiker with 7 sons & 9 daughters via 5 wives, carrying his only possessions in a paper sack. The more the author explores the narrow roads, the more observant he seems to become. Un John Steinbeck & lacking a dog, he becomes lonely after months of rambling about, with only some frequently recited lines from Walt Whitman to keep him company. Later, he encounters a hang-glider in Washington State, someone seemingly addicted to the "life & death rush of adrenaline" that comes with jumping off a cliff.



Still later, he meets a very interesting character who has been "claimed by Jesus, a fellow "hitching for Yahweh & enrolled by Christ" as a contemporary evangelist, someone en route to El Salvador to get married but in no hurry to arrive. Oddly enough, the people Heat-Moon randomly connects with seem to represent deeply moving voices.

An old man tells him that traveling is akin to conversing with people in other centuries, a thought the man attributes to Rene Descartes. An 80 year old woman on Smith Island on the Atlantic Coast is full of spunk and curiosity in spite of countless obstacles & setbacks in her life. Many of those he encounters invite him to stay with them, a sign of a common bond among strangers who quickly become friends.

Ultimately, the book becomes an extended lament, a suggestion of a gloomy "fiction of progress" where once historic spots had been rendered to "plastic scrimshaw, carnival rides, condos", with the author commenting that "somewhere between the vile past of southern plantations, slavery, segregation at Selma & the vacuous present, somewhere between history & trends, there must have been other possibilities that were missed", this as longtime black residents of Selma declare that nothing has really changed.

But in spite of the seeming lamentation, Wm. Least Heat-Moon seems somehow transformed by the memorable folks he has met along the way in towns Annaquatucket, Canandaigua, Dime Box, Hungry Horse, Klickitat, New Harmony, Opelousas, Rogue's Point, Smith Island, Tuba City, Wolf Point & Zwolle. I found Blue Highways a most uplifting journey & felt as I'd shared in its many ups & downs, narrow pathways & fruitful intersections with colorful characters.

There is something else that impresses me, namely that after writing the manuscript, no publisher was keen to put Blue Highways into print. Wm. Least Heat-Moon struggled for years with rewrites & rejections, never giving up on the dream that his very personal journey might be of interest & of benefit to readers willing to come on board "Ghost Dancer". Forty years after finally gaining publication, the book remains in the canon of travel books, along with those by Steinbeck, Kerouac, Theroux, Bryson & others.



And speaking of laments, I bought the book at a 75% off closeout sale at a cavernous Barnes & Noble store where I'd once encountered a young, newly-elected senator named Barack Obama, a past president named Jimmy Carter & the daughter of a president, Caroline Kennedy, as well as Barbara Kingsolver & many other fiction writers, all of whom were there to promote & autograph their books.

It seemed as if the books of these authors & the thousands of other remaining books that lined the walls of the store were in a collective state of mourning, being part of an extended literary funeral. Granted that all of the books can still be obtained at Amazon but the feeling of access to the voices within them seems somehow diminished by the loss of a once-grand bookstore.

After 40 years, some aspects of the book will seem dated, with the mention of Instamatic cameras, Polaroids & furtive long-distance calls made from rural phone booths but Blue Highways still seemed a delight to read, particularly in the midst of winter & the 2nd year of a global pandemic.interpersonal-dynamics nature-environment personal-identity ...more25 s amapola282 32

1978: perso il lavoro e lasciato dalla moglie, il professore William Least Heat-Moon (con ascendenze pellerossa), mosso dalla disperazione e sostenuto dalla curiosità, riadatta un vecchio furgone, lo chiama “Ghost Dancing” e con esso intraprende un viaggio sulle strade provinciali secondarie, le strade blu, sconosciute non solo ai turisti, ma anche agli americani stessi. Il viaggio diventa per lui una rigenerazione, la possibilità di reinventarsi una nuova vita dopo che quella vecchia era andata in frantumi. A rendere possibile questo nuovo punto di vista sono le persone che incontra, i racconti delle loro vite, vite di uomini e donne ordinari ma straordinari al contempo: sono proprio loro i protagonisti che fanno di questo lungo diario on the road qualcosa di unico e forse insuperato nel suo genere.

"Per chi è in grado di restare sveglio e aperto, ogni errore è una possibilità d'imbattersi in qualcosa di nuovo: errare per il mondo e riflettere fanno parte dello stesso processo. Viceversa, chi smette di esplorare sbaglia più che in ogni altro momento".

L’ho letto con piacere, ma troppo velocemente, dovendolo terminare entro il 20 giugno per una sfida libresca. Gli ho fatto un torto, perché questo è un libro che ha bisogno di lentezza. Lo rileggerò e mi farò perdonare. Bellissimo!

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Blue Highways is one of my favorite travelogues ever. The litmus test for me is that I recommended it to friends and family. There is no higher praise in my book. William Least Heat-Moon undertakes a spartan journey across the blue highways of rural America. This is not a journey regaling culinary delights and 5* accommodations but unencumbered living in a decrepit van on a shoestring budget. What's not to ? It may not be your cup of tea but it made me daydream of wandering the open road.favorites my- travel21 s El1,355 497

On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue. Now even the colors are changing. But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk - times neither day nor night - the old roads return to the sky some of its color. Then, in truth, they carry a mysterious cast of blue, and it's that time when the pull of the blue highway is strongest, when the open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.
(p 1)
I love open road books. I can't help it. But then, I also love the open road, so it makes sense that I'd be drawn to books these. I've spent the better part of an hour with my mom searching for O. Henry's grave in Asheville, North Carolina, finding, accidentally, Thomas Wolfe's grave as well; I've been dog-sledding in Alaska with my mom and her sister; I once got stranded at the Heartbreak Hotel in Memphis, Tennessee and probably questionably got a ride back to my dad's office by a young shuttle driver named Sam; I once woke up in the car with my family in Utah on my oldest brother's birthday, with the sun coming up behind us, making the cliffside wall in front of us turn pink; I've had a variety of different kinds of fish fries in Wisconsin with my grandparents over the years.

I've wanted to read this book for a long time. The author is from the same town in Missouri that I am from, and this book has forever been recommended to me. I couldn't get through the first couple pages the few times I tried reading it in the past, but looking back I think the reason was I wanted to get out of Columbia, Missouri so much at that time that reading a book that was so closely related with the town was too much for me. I needed to put a few hundred miles between me and Columbia before I could really feel comfortable having anything to do with the town again, including reading authors from there. It may be silly to most people, but I really hated it there.

But I've been away over a decade now, a safe enough distance. While I have no desire to go back, the few mentions in this book to Columbia and its immediate surroundings actually gave me an "Aww, I know what he's talking about!" feeling. But more than that, I could relate to Least Heat-Moon's need for the open road.

After some pretty life-changing moments, Least Heat-Moon hit the road to circuit the United States. He wanted to stick to the "blue highways", the back roads that used to be blue lines on old highway maps. Along the way he met several people, many of whom are described in detail here, including their conversations. I've seen a few that complain that there is not much difference in the way people talk in the different places Least Heat-Moon stopped. Maybe those reviewers haven't been to small towns throughout the country, but in reality there's not always a lot of change. Small towns are pretty similar all over the country, whether you're in the south, the north, the west, or the east.

There's some tedium here, which I think is unavoidable. The open road, for all of its adventures and excitement, can become tedious. Life can become stale. I say this without having done a full circuit of America as Least Heat-Moon did, so I cannot even imagine how stale life might have been for him. This was before iPhones and iPads and portable DVD players. He was on the road with his vehicle, Ghost Dancing, with:
1 sleeping bag and blanket;
1 Coleman cooler (empty but for a can of chopped liver a friend had given me so there would always be something to eat);
1 Rubbermaid basin and a plastic gallon jug (the sink);
1 Sears, Roebuck portable toilet;
1 Optimus 8R white gas cook stove (hardly bigger than a can of beans);
1 knapsack of utensils, a pot, a skillet;
1 U.S. Navy seabag of clothes;
1 tool kit;
1 satchel of notebooks, pens, road atlas, and a microcassette recorder;
2 Nikon F2 35 mm cameras and five lenses;
2 vade mecums: Whitman's Leaves of Grass and Neihardt's Black Elk Speaks.
(p 9)
I can say with certainty that two books would not be enough for me on a trip around the country. Hell, two books are not enough for quick weekends to Baltimore.

This makes me want to travel. I loved the characters Least Heat-Moon met along the way, and how he got a little something out of all of those interactions. He wanted to hit as many strangely-named out-of-the-way towns as he could (Nameless, Tennessee; Dime Box, Texas, etc.), and he tried to learn the different histories of the people and the towns he encountered. Most people don't have the patience to do things that. Most people don't even to leave the safety, the certainty of the interstate. Most people the comfort of corporate gas stations and fast food chains. I admire Least Heat-Moon for having standards enough to try to find the best possible diners in the country and never going through a drive-thru.

It's summer now. In the past our family used to take trips, usually in August. The five of us cramped in a small Nissan, three of us in the backseat, all legs and elbows, me always sitting in the middle. It was claustrophobic to be sure. There were fights and arguments and many tears, but I have to admit I miss those trips. Falling asleep on my brothers' shoulders, flashlight batteries dying and trying to read by the lights of the cars behind us, and just experiencing the country (even on small trips) to the best of our ability with a limited income. Now that we're all growed up, we'll never have those moments again. But reading books these sort of brings it back to me.20th-centurylit-late cultural-studies-and-other native-american ...more19 s Theo Logos855 143

Every travel book is ultimately about the traveler. The act of being on the road — visiting unfamiliar places, interacting with strangers — helps to puts him in context. The journey becomes a mirror that reflects the traveler to himself, and to the readers of his travelogue. Whether or not a reader enjoys his book, therefore, hinges on whether the reader enjoys the author’s company.

I enjoy William Least Heat Moon’s company. So much so that this is my third journey with him through Blue Highways. He is honest about himself, about his flaws. He started his journey as a reaction to failure — the failure of his marriage and the loss of his teaching job. It was a kind of reset for him, traveling the backroads of America in his van that he christened Ghost Dancing (an obvious nod to desire for radical renewal). He worked out much of his complicated feelings about the state of his life on this journey, and on these pages that he shares with us.

And the journey itself? The title points to its defining characteristic — the old, two-lane back roads were once marked on maps in blue — thus Blue Highways. The author chose to keep to the old roads for a slower pace, a pace for observation and reflection:

“A man becomes his attentions. His observations and curiosity — they make and remake him.”

And Least Heat Moon was curious about everything — the topography, the natives and their experiences, the region’s history, and odd and distinctive names of rivers, churches, and towns that struck his fancy. This bit gives a feel of both his style and his mood when he was attempting to find a town called Nameless:

”Those were the directions. I was looking for an unnumbered road, named after a nonexistent town, that would take me to a place called Nameless, that nobody was sure existed.”

For me, Blue Highways is the gold standard of travelogues. Its depiction of late ‘70s America is a look back into my youth. Its sometimes bitterly humorous tone is a good fit for the era. Least Heat Moon’s honesty, wit, and erudition as he circled the country translated into excellent writing. I’ve read the book three times now, and can confidently recommend it.

audiobooks favorites read-more-than-once ...more20 s Diamond Cowboy484 71

This book is a master piece about a drive accrossed the country of America and the conversations of the folks he meets along the way. The author really delves into the soul of the land and people in this book. I highly recommend it.18 s Left Coast Justin455 131

Though it no longer serves that role, for a while this book was my vade mecum, a term that I incidentally learned while reading this.

I was probably in my early teens when I first read it, and it's a perfect book for your more inquisitive young adult; probably equally valuable to somebody in their eighties. The composer Leonard Bernstein once wrote, "The Beatles are the last great consensus in popular music. Not liking them is not liking the sun." I think the same thing applies to this book. How could you not enjoy reading about....

...An energetic and elderly woman on Smith Island in Chesapeake Bay "who makes getting old seem something to look forward to";

...A barber in small-town Texas who interrupts the proceedings mid-haircut and makes the author wander back with half-cut hair to admire some old photos in the back of his shop;

...Feeling lonely and sorry for himself while writing notes on a lonely Oregon back road, a raven-haired, long-legged beauty gallops up on a horse and makes conversation for a while, lifting his spirits;

...Finding people in Minnesota very reserved with strangers, he takes to taking photographs of bare walls downtown, hoping somebody will wander up and ask him what he's doing (no dice);

...Eating a tube of airy, home-made ash bread with a Hopi student in his dormitory, the bread dissolving into smoky-tasting nothingness the instant it touches his tongue;

I could give dozens more examples. This is simply a feel-good book worth reading, and deserves its wide acclaim. People are fascinating creatures, and the United States was once a wonderful country.lined_up_to_re-read travel-north-america15 s2 comments Moonkiszt2,373 279

Blue Highways

William Least Heat-Moon is a delight to read.. . just crack open the door and slide into “shotgun” position and GO. The road trip with the author, his philosophizing all the while, with spontaneity leading the way reminded me of my people. When the air in our home crackled and a change was needed, my parents both loved a ride. Us kids were tucked in the back (no seat belts to constrain us in a station wagon that had its own pasture) and every one could “do” the ride in their own kind of quiet. Or not. Maybe it was a conversation without seeing faces. But most often it was the blessing of a change of focus, a change of mind. So lovely. Listening from place to place with WLHM, it was comfortable and freeing, regardless of the chore I was doing. My mind’s eye was right there with him due to his skillful wordsmithing and artistry of description.

Having listened to the book, I’m now on the hunt for a hard copy. I heard many more quotable bits than GR has in its quotes database. I laughed out loud on numerous occasions and a few scraps of memory and talk moved me to misty, and I didn’t find those available to “.” It’s interesting to me how much a reader can learn about the author from what they focus on, and what they don’t., what they offer to the reader for consideration, and when. . . . .you learn far more about the writer than you do the story, narrative or characters. I lived in the days and many of the places traveled through and it amazed me how familiar it felt – genuine authenticity sitting there.

I’m 5 starring here, just thinking about it.best-of-all-takin-with-me-top-favs big-opinions-howbest2live-zenning bookclubbable ...more15 s Ruth21 9

Author Bill Trogden/Least Heat-Moon travels across America in the 1980s, travelling via the highways marked in blue on the map. These smaller roards take him into out-of-the way communities far away from the interstates. This is a really fascinating read, giving you a look at bits and pieces of America from North to South and East to West. I imagine much of it has since vanished. The travelogue is skillfully interspersed with Trogden's own personal struggles: he decides to take the trip because his marriage and job are in the pits, and as he travels America he comes to grips with his own inner world as well. Best piece of travel writing I've ever read, and one of the best things I read in college.americana15 s Ned314 145

William is from my home state, traveled the outside of our country on only back roads in his beat up van, collecting experiences from random Americans. He works in a lot of history and either has the best ear for remembering dialogue or had a tape recorder well concealed. This is told factually, but fresh with interior dialogue, as he works his readings of Black Elk Speaks, Leaves of Grass and Lewis and Clark's account of their adventure. William only hints at what drove him to this three year sojourn, finally revealed near the end in cryptic yet emotional release. It is interesting to hear his discourse on the problems of modernity back in 1978. It is a time I remember well, just starting college myself, making it more relevant for me personally. This is a story of America, history, and its people then, much today. An excellent read, broken into nice segments and easy to pick up and read in spurts. Being distracted by personal matters, this worked for me even though I took a long time to read it. I'll definitely be reading his other two accounts. Having a penchant for traveling outside of the allotted tourist traps, he gives me inspiration. Might even look him up sometime!13 s4 comments Jessaka955 174

I hate making a review on this book and keep changing my mind about doing so, because I am not giving it 4 stars at least. William Least Heat-Moon is an excellent writer, and you can envision the places where he traveled. But it was a long book, it was hard to keep reading it, and yet I wanted to finish it so I wouldn't miss anything. I don't know if I d it or if it was okay to me. And I think I would give him 4 stars for his descriptions. Maybe I am just used to more action, or as one person said, a book by Bill Bryson. Or to me, even Steinbeck's "Travels with Charlie." Or maybe I want more adventure than either of these anymore, such as "Kon-Tiki, "Paddle to the Amazon", and "Into a Desert Place." I can understand some people giving it 5 stars, and I would say that he deserved it. I really d his quotes from Black Elk, so I ordered "Black Elk Speaks" --a book I should have read years ago and maybe have.adventure-true12 s Tittirossa1,005 274

Il ritorno è sempre più corto dell'andata, e l'andata non dura mai abbastanza.
E poi si torna a casa. Con la voglia di ripartire di nuovo. 03-best-100 05_1-bio-autobiografico 05_travel13 s Sara1,200 52

I have finally read this book! It has been in my basement for a number of years. It was recommended to me by my sister and when I ran across a copy, I bought it. It's the story of a man who drove across the US in his van, avoiding interstates whenever possible and talking to people along the way. He wanted to see America before it all got paved over with shopping malls and all the mom-and-pops were run out of town and sometimes it was too late.

I spent quite a bit of time reading this book. It didn't seem a book to be rushed, although I admit I did a bit of rushed reading at the end because I was eager to finish it. For most of the book, I read just a few chapters at a time. It took the author many months to travel across the country and I didn't feel the need to read it quickly.

William Least Heat-Moon meets some interesting characters as he travels through the small towns of America. He seems to be a bit of a character himself. The entire time I'm reading this, I'm thinking "He sleeps in his van all across the US? Is that a seventies thing? Could someone do that now? What about bathing? Is that why sometimes people look at him askance? What would I think if I saw him today on this journey? Would I be a nice stranger or one of those that gave him a weird look?"

I learned a lot of things about the country that I didn't know before. The author appeared to be in a melancholy state of mind as he did this journey (he had just lost his job and his marriage). Sometimes reading it was relaxing, other times it was disturbing.

At the end, I wanted him to find what he was looking for, but as he said he didn't know if he had learned what he wanted to know because he didn't know what he wanted to know.non-fiction11 s Nancy398 85

This was an interesting juxtaposition to Steinbeck's Travels with Charley: In Search of America which I also read recently. Similar trip, similar-ish accommodations (Steinbeck's was posher); Heat-Moon disparaged Steinbeck's book and while his trip might have been more genuine and more honest, I preferred Steinbeck's art. This was interesting enough, but it ended up as a nearly interminable series of undifferentiated stories in undifferentiated voices. It dragged.2019-read audiobooks-201912 s Howard372 295

Third Readingfavorites nonfiction travel13 s Stewart Tame2,366 98

In the late 70's or so--if he specifies the year anywhere in the text, I missed it, but the book was published in '82, so it was sometime before that--William Least Heat Moon left Missouri in a white van converted into a camper, and spent the next year circumnavigating the USA. The title of the book comes from the practice of mapmakers of printing the main routes in black, and the back roads in blue. He avoided interstates as much as possible, seeking out small towns and out-of-the-way sights.

Throughout the book, there is a sense of a fading past, of ways of life and modes of thought slowly vanishing from human ken. If one were to attempt a present day retracing of Least Heat Moon's journey, no doubt at least some of these towns would be gone completely, swallowed up either by time or encroaching suburbs.

I read this book partly as a way of reconnecting with a part of my own past. In the mid 80's, my mom, her best friend, my sister, and myself drove a camper from Cleveland up through Michigan into upstate Wisconsin and back. At times during the trip, mom and her friend would take turns reading aloud to each other from Blue Highways. My sister and I mostly read our own books and listened to our respective Walkman players, but I did occasionally listen to the readings coming from up front. I definitely remember the bit about judging the quality of a roadside cafe by the number of calendars on the wall.

The prose is engaging. Least Heat Moon's descriptions are vivid and insightful. I particularly loved the line from a restaurant in Vermont full of upscale vacationers: "The women were in perfect trim mortuary lawns, and the husbands wore clothes for the man who knows where he's going. " There's a delightfully meandering quality to the book. It's not in a hurry to get where it's going, but there's plenty to take in along the way. Recommended!12 s James169 3

Ugh...

I didn't mind Into the Wild, and I couldn't make it through Zen & the Art....

But when I think back, what I d about ItW, the most, was when he was working in the fields in Idaho.

And it was written by Krakauer -not first person.

So, here's one of the other warhorses of the male-discovery-road-trip canon.

In discussing reading this book with other people, one person pointed out that what makes for interesting discovery-road-trip writings are when the character is forced to set out (I'm thinking the early parts of The Glass Castle), rather than "Look at me! I'm going on a journey! -and it's the journey not the destination!"

And I think that's the root of the issue with BH. Take the title alone -a certain sense of holier-than-thou I-won't-travel-on-your-interstates-ness.

When he's talking with strangers and listening to and telling their stories, it can have its moments. And these moments are what made me finish the book. The hope that there were more of these coming (though, the longer I read, the more these weren't interesting either).

When he's driving around quoting Whitman and shaking his head in contempt, I couldn't read on quickly enough (and perhaps there's an irony there).

Here again, we find me enjoying the stories about backwoods/backroads quaintness - the thing that makes me want to read Carolyn Chute. But even here, he talks about The Pine Barrens, and it makes me yearn to be reading McPhee instead.

I read a recent review of Heat-Moon's new book, Road to Quoz, that mentioned how it's a shame to see how cynical he'd gotten, that he'd lost his whimsy.

Well, frankly, I'm not sure it was ever there :(11 s Ffiamma1,319 142

l'america periferica delle strade blu: paesi quasi fantasma, deserto, praterie, riserve indiane. microstorie, volti, incontri rapidi; tutto con la voglia di conoscere il proprio paese e un furgone come casa. bagaglio leggero e occhio attento; da partire subito per lo stesso viaggio e per mille altri.americana nonfiction10 s Barbara K.480 103

I read this back in the 1980’s and loved it. For some reason the section on building the rock wall has really stayed with me. I’ve lost my copy in the course of many moves. I’m thinking it might be due for a re-read.enrichment11 s Lisa490 6

Here is a summary of the book so far: Least-Moon travels the back roads in his Wagoneer to a small town in the middle of nowhere, such as "Nameless, Tennessee." Then, you wade through much detailed description of the man-made and natural structures. Next, he meets a local, asking about the history of the town. A long, very specific re-telling of some minor player in American history ensues, ending with "Then, the government [or national chain] came in and took all the land. Things ain't the old ways." This scenario is repeated throughout the book. I admit I'm giving up on page 75. He's a good writer, but I just don't care enough about what he's writing about. Sorry Dad!9 s Larry Bassett1,527 330

The author of this book is part poet and part philosopher and part Indian. I have d this book just a little bit less each time I have read it and that is not to say anything against the author. When I first read it I could imagine myself going on his physical journey and I am sure at the time I wished I could do it. Now about 40 years after he wrote the book and not quite that long since I first read the book I have traveled my share of blue highways although most of them were not made of asphalt. I have now come to a time in my life where listening to this book brought an incredible number of memories to mind.

I have been at one time or another been in many of the places where this author takes us in his 13,000 mile journey a circle journey around the United States. My travel these days is more in my mind then in my car. I don’t want to say that my traveling days are done but I don’t feel the urge to travel in reality when I can make many journeys in my mind that are extraordinarily enjoyable to me.

This may be the time to take a look at blue highways Revisited which I have in the hardcover version and hopefully also in the audible version! The new version of the book in the book and audible book also includes a 1999 after word by the author which mentions a couple of additional books that he has written. I should definitely look into those.

I read this such a long time ago when it was first published. I am old enough to remember the days BEFORE the Interstates when the Blue Highways were THE Highways. I remember this being one of those books that I thought changed my life in one of those very middle class ways. Maybe I will try to search it out again one day and see if my lingering fondness in my memory is warranted. Would it be wrong to read a book this as an ebook?audio kindle memoir ...more8 s Utti446 36

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