American Journeys: Don Watson

American Journeys is a very, very fine book. In 2005, Watson spent almost six months on and off criss-crossing America, across the Amtrak tracks and its roads and highways. Watson’s America is not the America of Hollywood or The New York Review of Books, but the America where Matt Austin, who rides bulls, thanks the Lord each time he gets on and drops to his knees to praise the Lord when he survives. It’s the land of microwave bagel and cream cheese or the Whataburger. It’s a land of contradictions; a scientific powerhouse where the advocates of Intelligent Design are actually taken seriously.

Watson starts his trip in New Orleans, six months after Hurricane Katrina, a black working-class city devastated and left to rot by government ineptitude a symbol of an incipient racism. Watson is the inveterate sticky beak, eavesdropping on conversations, observing, asking questions of the ordinary people that he encounters.

America was where Timothy McVeigh detonated a bomb under a government building, killing 168 people and injuring 800 to ‘put a check on government abuse of power’. At a truck stop, Watson meets a chap who, for $500, helps truck drivers bypass the device that limits their speed.

For many of us America is in our imagination; a subliminal message that we can’t escape from. As Watson drives into Oklahoma, the words on the songs start sweeping into his head, and the refrain of Oh What a Beautiful Morning sounds around him. Why, Watson wonders, did the songs and images first heard as a child stick in his mind and come flooding back so easily? The same happens in San Antonio, home to the Alamo, ageing back to the childhood of Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier. Watson’s experiences of America speak to all of us.

Yet, these familiar and strangely comforting images sit awkwardly against the encounter in a diner in Mississippi, where Watson overhears an old black man telling his younger companion about'the plan that the Lord has for us', speaking in the manner in which we might talk about an impending holiday or our superannuation; after a while a young waitress animatedly joins in the discussion. Watson shows us that America definitely is another country.

Many readers know Watson as Paul Keating’s speechwriter and through his two books on corporate language, but he is an historian by training and his American observations segue into absolutely fascinating historical ruminations. Above all, he is a master of language: ‘Downtown Chicago is so clean. Not a crust, or a butt or a bubblegum wrapper. You could eat a Krispy Kreme right off the street.’

As I said before, this is a very, very fine book. Do yourself a favour - read it … better still, buy it!

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American Journeys

American Journeys

Don Watson

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