Roads to Quoz by William Least Heat-Moon
This review is going to be a little different, because I did not finish this book. Unlike with most unfinished books, I did not feel the need to hurl this with great force against the wall, but instead plan to pick it up later.
The first thing you need to know, is that I was listening to this book instead of reading it. I actually think that in this case, that is a very good way to experience this book. “Roads to Quoz” is basically William Least Heat-Moon’s memoir of his travels around the country with his wife. I do not think the subtitle: “An American Mosey” could possibly be more appropriate. Just as Least Heat-Moon mosied around the United States, so does this book mosey around, from commentaries on geography to other people’s stories, to moon pies.
I got through the first 2 of 18 cds and was really enjoying the style of the book, as well as the narrator. My problem with the book was that Chicago commuting is simply not the place to be listening to this. Trying to navigate an unprotected left turn drowns out the melodic voice of the narrator and the moseying style of the author. This is a book for an epic road trip. I picture myself driving through small towns in the South (perhaps because that’s what he’s talking about most of the time that I listened) or driving West to the Dakotas to go and see Mt. Rushmore or something while listening to this book. This is the perfect book for the type of trip that is more about the trip than the destination – which is NOT a commute.
So back on my shelf goes “Roads to Quoz,” for my next meandering road trip.