Crisscrossing the Nation on Highways Huge and Small
Zoellner is also exploring another form of malaise: the decline of pornographic pornography in “another Hollywood,” LA’s San Fernando Valley; the town of St. Louis full of racism, bigotry and corruption; the Nevada desert, where generations of hunters searched for treasures up and down, in casinos and gold mines, which, when stripped, left fortified cities with heaps of toxins. The “Global Way” is not a nonsense book, but it does explain more about the greed of late capitalism than the many activities that contradict the theme. The text of the book is about the first federal road, which runs west to Joliet, Ill., From Cumberland, Md. Zoellner follows the old road and finds it closer to Dollar General stores, removing the “small box” license that promotes – and, Zoellner points out, abuses – poor rural people. It’s a bad thing, but Zoellner knows that even the lowest end of the American market has a lot of appeal. Walking on the path of the Dollar General, he says, “it’s like walking in a beautiful explosion of brand-name confetti: Crayola packages, Viva paper towels, Dixie cups, Gain sweets, Energizer batteries, Fructis shampoo.”
Zoellner is a beautiful writer. He is also busy, likes to fly sometimes for poetry. (“The moon was very thick in the summer of that night.”) In writing about “the ascent,” Zoellner’s desire to climb to the highest point in all 50 states, you can see that the author also published his notes not to write the word “mountain”: farmers, “” great grass, “” proud quartz, “” excellent dome. “
But the distractions of this record are limited. Zoellner is a high-profile and critical thinker, with a long history of background. He understands how history has been altered by these astonishing American religious ambitions. He has his last moment prophecy. The chapter on King Philip’s War, a bloody battle of the late 17th century between the Indian and colonial peoples of New England, ends with a natural display: Zoellner stands on the shores of Cape Cod, in the ancient Wampanoag region, with thoughts of rising seas are streaming to the surface of the earth. Europeans who came to the continent destroyed the area, disrupted the environment and agricultural systems, while fighting Indians and destroying them with disease. Now, Zoellner points out, history may be repeating itself in the colonial world: A terrifying invader is riding on the shore, threatening to enter the waters that brought the Pilgrims to Cape Cod in 1620.
This is not the only place where “The National Road” calls for climate change. In the jauntiest chapter of the book, about Zoellner’s actions on crossing roads, he talks about burning gas in his car, realizing that the “magic traces of the past” will help bring out the air. Yet he continues to fill the tank, and continues to sniff his oil, the energy that gives him strength in his coffee competition – high-quality coffee, “heavy sugar, light-weight coffee.” “Reinforcement could be an addition to Eros, a life force,” Zoellner wrote. “That’s why I think my interest in demolishing the judiciary, touching the parts of the national monuments … is a way of trying to get as many Americans to sign as possible.” The beauty and depravity of the world can be incompatible; its secrets can be solved. But for Zoellner and other non-stop travelers, there are many Americans out there if you can steer your wheels the right way, the farthest way.