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A cross-country hitchhiking journey with America's most beloved weirdo. John Waters is putting his life on the line. Armed with wit, a pencil-thin mustache, and a cardboard sign that reads "I'm Not Psycho," he hitchhikes across America from Baltimore to San Francisco, braving lonely roads and treacherous drivers. But who should we be more worried about, the delicate film director with genteel manners or the unsuspecting travelers transporting the Pope of Trash? Before he leaves for this bizarre adventure, Waters fantasizes about the best and worst possible scenarios: a friendly drug dealer hands over piles of cash to finance films with no questions asked, a demolition-derby driver makes a filthy sexual request in the middle of a race, a gun-toting drunk terrorizes and holds him hostage, and a Kansas vice squad entraps and throws him in jail. So what really happens when this cult legend sticks out his thumb and faces the open road? His real-life rides include a gentle eighty-one-year-old farmer who is convinced Waters is a hobo, an indie band on tour, and the perverse filmmaker's unexpected hero: a young, sandy-haired Republican in a Corvette. Laced with subversive humor and warm intelligence, Carsick is an unforgettable vacation with a wickedly funny companion-and a celebration of America's weird, astonishing, and generous citizenry.… (more)
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In general, I enjoy reading his writing about his thoughts and observations, usually about when he does John Waters things like hitchhike across the county, being crabby and judgmental, and genuinely interested in other people at the same time.
The "Best That Could Happen" is quite funny and features every pleasant fantasy that could come out of Waters' twisted imagination. My favorite story is him getting picked up by a woman in a driver's training car who has locked her instructor into the trunk after discovering hat he is a member of the ARmy of God and his anti-abortion ravings have driven her mad.
The "Worst That Could Happen" is the flip side of the first third of the book and the dark side of Waters' imagination can be truly frightening. Every dark horror from his fevered brain appears on the page up to and including his demise on the road. Thus, it is a relief to come to what really happened on his adventure west. Luckily he had a staff who armed him with a state-of-the-art GPS and made up is cardboard signs "To the End of 70 West," "Mid-Life Crisis" and "I'm Not Psycho" as well as ensuring he carried a full compliment of credit cards for hotels, food and gas for his rides. He also benefits from hi own celebrity, as many of his rides pick him up because they recognize him.
However,what is touchingly reassuring is how many rides he gets from salt of the earth people who just pick him up out of their own generosity, many of whom go out of their way to leave him at a good spot to pick up his next ride. Also touching are the people who think he's just a down on his luck man and press a ten or twenty dollar bill into his hand to help him out. Waters, too shows signs of being a responsible adult. When he is picked up by someone who could have sprung from the script of one of his movies, he lectures him on not taking chances in strange places.
Be careful John Waters. This book could ruin your reputation.
At first, I was confused, not realizing
The non-fiction section of real life hitchhiking experiences that John Waters had was delightful. It's nice to know there are good people who want to help someone seemingly in need, even if the person is only needing a ride. I'm not certain I could overcome the instilled fear of picking up a hitchhiker.....unless, of course, I recognized it was John Waters!!
If anyone else had been narrating this, it would not be as amusing, because the writing itself is not super fantastic, but when Waters begins his colorful rants they often get hilarious.
The real joy in this book is the non-fiction where Waters is is most candid and honest. It is a marvel to meet the real life characters he runs into that are just as eccentric as his fictitious ones. They are also so willing to help, some recognizing him, some don't. Fans of John Waters will revel in this and it is quite a fun romp.
Yes, the third part is the most interesting. Like Chuck Palahniuk, Waters managed to gross me out in his first part (not at the start) and the second part just bored me, but the third part, where his escaped his storytelling and actually started telling the story as it happened, is far and beyond the most interesting part to me, where boredom and other persons' stories are included.
So, why is Waters going on a hitchhike and writing a book about it?
What am I trying to prove here? I mean, I’m not bored. An ex-convict woman I recently met claimed her criminal past was not a result of a bad childhood but just because she “wanted an adventure.” I do, too. Kicks. But hasn’t writing and directing fifteen movies and penning six books made me feel complete? My career dreams already came true years ago and what I do now is all gravy. Shouldn’t I be retiring rather than sticking out my thumb? Retiring to what, though? Insanity?
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Will I be safe? I know serial killers routinely pick up hitchhikers and murder them, but aren’t the victims, unfortunately, usually young female hookers? Yeah, yeah, I know about Herb Baumeister, “the I-70 Strangler,” who choked at least sixteen gay men to death, but he picked them up in gay bars, not on exit ramps of truck stops. Yet I must admit even truckers I know are fairly nuts.
Well, he wasn't murderd by a serial killer. Hope I didn't spoil anything for you by writing this. On the other hand, he writes a lot about how twittered-of his adventure on the road was.
The book would have been more interesting if Waters hadn't had access to his credit cards or his smartphone.
All in all: I wish only the non-fiction part would have been in here; that's at the end of the book. Otherwise, it's a semi-interesting read. Waters is eccentric in a good way, and that's interesting to read, but his free-wheelin' fictional stories are better left to films, if you ask me.