All of these books, save one, were published a long time ago. In fact, a few of them were published before I was born. And that was a very long time ago. Nevertheless, they all informed–and fueled–my desire to hit the road. Only three of my fourteen are what you could call travelogues, but all of the books I list here contain a journey or a very strong sense of a foreign place. All exemplify the sort and quality of writing or photography we’d all like to be capable of, but aren’t. All these books make me want to try harder to see what these remarkable people see, and to maybe, someday, have a comparable empathy which can express itself so eloquently. Until then, I’ll keep reading.
1. Lonesome Doveby Larry McMurtry. This is the “Great American Novel” if you ask me. Great characters live through the hard slog of a cattle drive from Texas to Montana in the late 19th Century. Actually, most don’t live through it, but I don’t want to give too much away. It’s one of the ten best books I’ve ever read.
2. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finnby Mark Twain. Probably the other “Great American Novel” that most of you read in high school. Read it again and imagine both the physical and spiritual journey on the Mississippi.
3. Homage to Cataloniaby George Orwell. Part travelogue, part political essay. Probably, along with Hugh Thomas’s history, The Spanish Civil War,the best book on the Spanish Civil War, and one of the books that made me determined to see Barcelona. It was published after the end of that war and before the start of World War II, and, like 1984,proved to be amazingly prophetic. It also contains his description of what it’s like to be shot, which is something one should read just for the art of it.
4. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. If Homage to Catalonia was the book that made me want to go to Barcelona, this was the one that made me want to visit Spain in the first place. And maybe actually go fishing in Navarra instead of just enjoying trucha ala Navarra whenever possible. Combine it with the non-fiction Hemingway classic Death in the Afternoon,which explains bullfighting and writing, and you’ve got a pretty good compact history of Spain in the early 20th Century.
5. Iberiaby James Michener. The consummate travelogue of Spain, first published in 1968. A trove of detail, and, I think, much better than any of Michener’s fiction. As a bonus, it includes the best flan recipe ever. (Hint: don’t skimp on the lemon zest.)
6. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson. This line alone may make this classic of Gonzo Journalism worth the read: “Some of the mescaline pellets had disintegrated into a reddish-brown powder, but I counted about thirty – five or forty still intact. My attorney had eaten all the reds, but there was quite a bit of speed left . . . no more grass, the coke bottle was empty, one acid blotter, a nice brown lump of opium hash and six loose amyls . . . Not enough for anything serious, but a careful rationing of the mescaline would probably get us through the four-day Drug Conference.” If that doesn’t do it for you, how about this one? “Shoot the pasties off the nipples of a ten-foot bull-dyke and win a cotton-candy goat.”
7. Paris Journal, 1944-1955 by Janet (Genet) Flanner. This, along with a couple other books, are collections of Flanner’s columns for the New Yorker from before and after World War II. Her descriptions alone of the shortages and hardships of the French after the war are remarkable, as well as educational. For those of you who for some reason think less of the French, this is an revelation.
8. The Tao of Travel by Paul Theroux. Theroux has written several notable travel books, and I’ve read a few, but this is an anthology of the history of travel writing and introduced me to travel writers through the centuries–many of whom were new to me. I carried this book around wherever we went for almost a year and opened it up at random whenever I needed a dose of good writing and inspiration.
9. Into Thin Air by Jon Krakauer. Look, I’m never going to climb Mt. Everest. And reading this book is my excuse. Krakauer’s remarkable reporting makes you feel like you’re there. And that you’re going to die. That’s close enough for me.
10. A Pilgrim’s Guide to the Camino de Santiago by John Brierley. This is the best guide to the Camino de Santiago. Best and very current info on the route itself, where to stay, interesting historical features of the various towns you’ll pass through, and where to eat, etc. There are some gratuitous editing errors, though, which led us on a wild goose chase more than once. So read carefully. If you run across a sentence or two that don’t make sense, don’t worry. It seems that walking 25 kilometers per day leads to run on sentences. There are a couple more downsides to this book: 1) It’s a bit heavy for carrying 800 kilometers across Spain; and 2) it’s full of amateurish spiritual claptrap, ala that ultimate spiritual hack, Paulo Coelho. Both of these problems can be ameliorated by cutting the first 60 or so pages out of the book and throwing them in the nearest trash bin. Buen Camino!
And this list wouldn’t be complete without a couple books of photos.
11. The Face of Asia by Henri Cartier-Bresson. This was the first collection of Cartier-Bresson’s I owned. I’d seen all his iconic photos in other books, but this one has a sense or purpose you can’t get from his isolated shots. Look, let’s be clear. This guy was the best photojournalist who ever lived. And this book will open your eyes to Asia, even if you’ve been there many times.
12. The Americansby Robert Frank. You want singular unblinking vision of the United States, here you go. Frank, who is Swiss, traveled the US on a Guggenheim grant to photograph throughout the US. If you’re not familiar with is work, you might look at the cover art of the Rolling Stones’ Exile on Main Street. He did that, too. And if that doesn’t register on your travel street cred meter, the intro to The Americans was written by Jack Kerouac. You’ve heard of him, no?
13. Minamata by W. Eugene Smith. Smith was one of the original Life Magazine photographers who made Life, to my mind, the best magazine that was ever published. (Sorry New Yorker and National Geographic.) He was so horrified by what he saw during World War II that he quit photographing for several years. But when he came back, he moved to the Japanese city of Minamata–a city that had been poisoned by the industrial waste of the city’s major factory. His photographs of the people damaged by that poison are astounding and disturbing. And the history of Japan’s complicity with its industrial magnates is damning. I wonder if someone will do the equivalent work on the nuclear accident in Fukushima. One can hope.
14. Humans of New York by Brandon Stanton. Okay, I leave room for one light-hearted photo book. Brandon Stanton runs the blog Humans of New York, where he posts a picture a day of New Yorkers he encounters on the street. Is it great art? Probably not. Is it great fun? Yes.
We do an annual roundup of books (and sometimes beds) every year. Here are the posts from those years.
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