What a fun and entertaining read. And you have to be fun and entertaining if you want me to be interested in any desert, for a desert to me is like looking at an I read a lot of Horwitz a decade or so ago, and I'm re-reading his works. Horwitz hasn't quite developed into a seasoned writer at this point of his writing career, but there's plenty of humor to show you where he can go. His ability to weave humor and history into a deft narrative isn't there yet, and I would have loved to have learned more about Australia than what Horwitz included here. But thankfully, there's now the internet to fill in the blanks he leaves behind amid all (ALL) the drinking of pretty much everyone in Australia, at least as depicted here. To find out more about ONE FOR THE ROAD and receive up to the minute news on the book and special offers, visit www.facebook.com/OFTRbook I read Mr. Horwitz' obit in the Sydney paper ( https://www.smh.com.au/national/tony-...), and I think it explains why he had such success in drawing people out and getting their stories; he was a mensch with a unique ability to disarm people and connect with them, even if they were very different from him. It took me a long time to finish this book because I was jumping over to Google Maps every 2 paragraphs to look up where he was: poke through the town (on street view, even, on rare occasions), marvel at the distances between towns/roadhouses, and attempt to wrap my head around just how truly large--and empty--parts of Australia can be.

It’s a hilarious and easy-to-read race. Horwitz masters the art of sharing his experience while intertwining relevant tidbits from Australia’s history and social commentary, especially as it relates to hitchhiking. For example, I love the quote he pulls from Anthony Trollope, who toured the New South Wales bush in the 1870s: “One seems to ride forever and to come to nothing and to relinquish at last the very idea of an object.” the internet deep dive I did on Dr. Ian Wronski (and his wife, Maggie) from Horwitz's Passover seder in Broome. (The sections from Horwitz's time in Broome are some of the best in the book.) I couldn't help but feel nostalgic for an era gone forever as I read this book. Not only was it written in a time when someone could actually hitchhike across a continent, but it was written before many commonplace (for today) things were in place. It felt like reading from a time capsule, giving the reader insight into something that they could never visit or recreate today. I'm at the stage of quarantine where my travel itch is getting bad, so it's time for all the travel memoirs where I can live vicariously through the authors (and hours on Google Maps). I enjoyed this, it made me laugh out loud a few times. Compared to A Sunburned Country (in the UK the title is Down Under) by Bill Bryson, One for the Road pales. Both books, written by Americans involve the authors hitchhiking around Australia but Bryson's book is funnier, he's just a better writer. After a while, I found Horwitz's focus on drinking beer at every hovel, pub, bar along the road to be tedious because the majority of Aussies he encountered were alcoholic racists. The Aborigines were far more interest, but it was depressing that they're suffering the same fate as the First Nations peoples of the USA; extreme poverty, scarce work, alcoholism.One marginally effective way to get across it is by hitchhiking. But hitchhiking is never just hitchhiking, a theory solidly proven by Tony Horwitz in his book One for the Road. Early in this travel narrative, he notes that hitchhiking east to west across Australia is the country’s “answer to Route 66 and the Appalachians.” And then: “I found myself crawling along a scar of used-car lots connecting one smoggy suburb to another.” This is all before he even leaves Sydney.

He also does an excellent job of showing how he’s become a changed person through his journeys. After an afternoon spent with Hazel, who was raised with the Aboriginal clan known as the Kooma, discussing the changes that have come and gone throughout her life in the bush—forced segregation, lost legends, muddled identity for Aboriginal children who have grown up in a white man’s world—Horwitz realizes that what he sees out the passenger window is not just bleak and monotonous land. It’s covered in stories if passersby take the time to find them. Since I can’t hop into a car and spend the next few months exploring the byways, small towns, and off the map places of my, or any other, country, I return again to Tony Horwitz to learn a bit about the world and the people who inhabit it. And to live vicariously through this wonderful, well-traveled writer. This time it’s the deceptively complex nation of Australia in a stinking hot December (I still can’t get used to this). And as always, it didn’t disappoint. Collaborating with his lifelong friend, award-winning author, Daniel Rachel, One For The Road is presented as an extended conversation featuring 69 personally hand-selected songs by Simon, including never seen before original handwritten lyrics, 13 unreleased songs, and over 350 hand chosen photographs and rarely seen items of memorabilia.