Comments on: Retracing the Blue Highways of William Least Heat-Moon

By: Dennis Drennan

Dennis Drennan — Fri, 28 Oct 2011 17:09:18 +0000

I first purchased Blue Highways after thumbing through a copy and seeing a photo and chapter about Frenchman’s Station on Highway 50 (“Loneliest Road in America”). I had been to Frenchman’s Station on several occasions on business and got to know the Chealander family who owned the place. Blue Highways became my favorite book–I’ve read it three times and given numerous copies away–and I have read all of Heat-Moon’s books including his latest, Roads to Quoz. We live in the San Francisco Bay Area and when our daughter decided to attend Syracuse University we took a road trip and listened to Blue Highways on tape. It was serendipitous that we reached Columbia, MO, where Heat-Moon began and ended his Blue Highways adventure, just as the book tape ended.

By: Fromm

Fromm — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 09:13:29 +0000

This past spring I took a circular, nationwide roadtrip of my own very similar to the one William Least Heat-Moon takes in this great book. Though my trip was a little shorter in length and a lot shorter in duration, I can definitely identify with Heat-Moon’s efforts at self-discovery on the back roads of America. The most interesting aspect of this book is Heat-Moon’s use of his Indian heritage and frame of mind while interpreting the various persons and regional cultures he comes across. Christians may object to his criticisms of certain religious tenets, especially when he freeloads off some devout Christians for food and lodging a few times during the trip. Also beware of Heat-Moon’s habit of quoting Walt Whitman practically every five pages, while he spends far too much space on certain people and places. But otherwise we have a highly compelling travelogue of the backwaters and isolated small town denizens of unknown America, as well as many insights into the soul of the writer, and possibly the reader if he/she is so inclined. Also, the journey described took place back in 1978, and while certain descriptions and narratives are outdated, Heat-Moon was already lamenting the disintegration of America’s small town charm by the fast-food/convenience subculture, which was just getting started at that time. Little did he know how much worse it would get! This book, along with the works of Kerouac and Steinbeck, belongs with the great American roadtrip classics.

By: Jill K. Robinson

Jill K. Robinson — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 05:14:58 +0000

I remember picking that book for my book group, somewhere around 1997. I loved reading about his journey, the books he chose to take with him and the people he met. Others in my group didn’t like the book because “it dragged.” It didn’t move fast enough for them. How interesting to hear his comment about being a nation of speeders. Now, I want to read the book again.