

This is a travelogue with commentary about America in the 1960s and a poodle sidekick. I sensed the goal was to find something profound through the people met and adventures had on the way, but I think his search was unsuccessful. It was still an interesting trip with some glimpses of what he was looking for. And the dog doesn‘t die at the end so I‘m just thankful Steinbeck didn‘t wreck me with another one of his stories.
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