Month: March 2016

An End to the Blue Highways 

Beginning our new section, the narrator conveys a growing sense of uneasiness and anxiety. Just driving along is no longer satisfying. He’s looking to connect with nature and the landscapes he views from his driver’s window. It’s almost as if he is refusing to become a passerby, but rather, he hopes to become involved in nature’s process. This is immediately noticeable as he drives into New York, stating, “I wasn’t tired of traveling, and I had no reason to go home, but I wanted to put the wheel aside, to get off striped pavement for a few days” (Heat-Moon 304). He then decides to go visit his friend at his “log cabin in the woods” (Heat-Moon 304). But, I find this to be a decision not solely based on Heat-Moon’s need to step out of his car and stretch. (more…)

A Desert View Along the Blue Highways

Heat-Moon has quite an obsession with the desert landscape. He has a way of depicting such a seemingly desolate space as a naturally beautiful portal into the Sublime. He writes on page 160, “There’s something about the desert that doesn’t like man, something that mocks his nesting instinct and makes his constructions look feeble and temporary” (Heat-Moon). The narrator romanticizes the desert’s ability to withstand time and resist man’s outside influence. Heat-Moon is “looking for its disciplines,” in that he hopes to live a poignant life beyond that of society’s modern standards. (more…)

Blue Highways

The beginning of Blue Highways reminds me of Wild. Heat-Moon gives the impression of needing to get away. He’s lost his job, he’s divorced, and thus essentially he has nothing holding him to his everyday routine. The very first paragraph of the travelogue opens with a common feeling, one in which readers can relate. He was laid off “because of declining enrollment at the college” (Heat-Moon 3). We all know the moment in which, whether we’re fired or lose something which constitutes our daily being, we are overcome by a sense of inadequacy and confusion. What am I going to do now? Similar to Strayed, he’s looking to redefine that which he’s come to consider normal. (more…)

Completing the PCT

I’m so glad I hadn’t watched Wild prior to reading its text. Though I assumed Strayed would complete her journey (because why else would she be writing this travelogue), I wasn’t expecting myself to become so emotionally invested in her success. The final two pages of the memoir are beautiful. As a fellow English major, I’m in awe of the poetic language used to portray her lessons learned. Our final section of reading seems to encompass a theme of spiritual rebirth. (more…)