In 1960, when he was almost 60 years old, John Steinbeck set out to rediscover his native land. Accompanied only by a French pooodle named Charley, he traveled the length and the breadth of the United States. He outfought a hurricane in New York and drank cognac in Maine with a family of migrant farm workers. He renewed old acquaintances in California and attended a modern witches' sabbath in New Orleans. He saw things which stirred his anger and things which made him swell with pride.
"Profound, sympathetic, often angry....An honest, moving book by one of our great writers." - San Francisco Examiner