Valentina Viscardi
Travel Literature
Dr. Ellis
24 March 2015
The Madness of the
American Dream
The
American Dream will have your heart palpitating out of your chest. Either it’s the dream or the copious amounts
of coffee you will need to fulfill those wild imaginative dreams. That’s the beauty of America. Your wildest dreams aren’t confined to
leather bound books or the class you were born into. The country from one end to the other is
everyone’s own personal canvas. You can
paint yourself however, wherever, and with whoever you desire. You can be a millionaire, a pauper, a
musician, and rags to riches story, a nobody, a somebody. As the narrator, Sal, in Jack Kerouac’s
novel, On the Road, contests, “The
one distinct time in my life, the strangers moment of all, when I didn’t know
who I was—I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel. . . “
(15). At this moment in the text, Sal is
exposed to the great American canvas and realizes how invigorating travel is.
The possibilities are endless in the country
and this whole American dream jumbles and scrambles every mind to live on
impulse. The crazy thing about America,
is that you are allowed to be a maniac. Sal describes that he, “saw God in the
sky in the form of huge gold sunburning clouds. . . [he] was more interested in
some old rotted covered wagon” (181).
The madness drives your ambition, and your hunger to accomplish all that
encompasses the term, “the dream.” The
even crazier thing? You actually believe
you can search for that “it” and find it.
Dean
Moriarty in Jack Kerouac’s, On the Road,
is the epitome of the American Dream. He
wildly chases careers of all sorts, striving to explore ever centimeter of the
United States with unbounded excitement.
This excitement is exemplified when Dean tells Sal, the narrator his
aspirations to be like Rollo Greb. He
exclaims:
“ ‘
That Rollo Greb is the greatest, most wonderful of all. That’s what I was trying to tell you—that’s
what I want to be. I want to be like
him. He’s never hung-up, he goes every
direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock
back and forth. Man, he’s the end! You see, if you go like him all the time
you’ll finally get it.’ “ (127).
But, what is that “it” that Dean
yearns for? It is so vague, much like
Dean himself. Thus, travel for Dean, and
Americans as a whole is more of an emotional high, than a matter of making to
miles count, or learning about a particular culture. In America, everyone is connected by this
“it.” Americans don’t have direction,
but passion—the “it” The narrator explains that in his first trek across the
country. What is in it for the cars to
pick up the hitchhikers? A story? A laugh?
The band of brothers that drives the narrator in the back of their
pickup have nothing to gain, but rather, share their excitement for
travel. But, where are they going? Do we ever find out? American travel is much different than the
rest of the world. Its miles are charted
in the ranks of excitement. There are no
boundaries in American travel. The
entire country will use you for a hit off of that manic high that travel
elicits. There are no brakes on the
American travel train. It keeps going on
indefinitely, “the mad dream—grabbing, taking, giving, sighing, dying, just so
they could be buried in those awful cemetery cities behind Long Island City”
(107). Sal and Dean attempt to live the
American dream. They rough ride the US
in every possible attempt to avoid responsibility and the inevitable end. Only in America, you can do that.
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