You are looking at the best part of Wanderlost. The cover sure does look cool, right?
Well, it’s true what they say: You can’t judge a book by it’s cover.
I mean, yeah, you can judge that this book is going to be about some drug addled hippie driving around America trying to find a higher calling. Some drug addled hippies like Jack Kerouac wrote interesting books that way. But, pretending to be Jack Kerouac and mentioning his name–and Allen Ginsberg’s and William S. Burroughs’s and every other hippie writer’s throughout the prose–isn’t going to make you write like them.
Forget the writing, his selfish, thoughtless ideology is even worse.
I spent $5 buying this book used on Amazon with a gift-certificate, so if I’ve got to get my money’s worth somehow. I’m going to brutally tear it apart over the next few weeks and hope Olsen notices since his book got almost now press when it was released in 2006.
Ben Olsen’s View of the American Dream:
I Don’t Want to Work and I Hate Sell Outs Who Work For Luxury and Riches, But I Want to Move to The Caribbean and Sip Mojitos All Day
I happen to be on page 59 right now where he is in Denver complaining about how everyone is a sellout even while he works in Los Angeles producing television commercials.
It’s the American Dream. The reason people make money and buy houses and get married–not because we want to, but because it’s been ingrained in us since the beginning.
I thought we made money so that we could survive? You know, buy food, shelter, clothing, and, yes, houses, because we want a warm place to live?
Here Olsen is traveling across the country with a train ticket that money bought staying at his friends houses that money bought leaching off of their money with the help of his money, and he is decrying the very system that makes his selfish trip possible.
He does acknowledge this two paragraphs down:
“Absolutely [we need to survive],” I nodded. “But do we need to eat hamburgers from McDonald’s and sleep in fancy apartments with $500 bedspreads?”
And this is the first time I’ve heard someone insist that a McDonald’s dollar menu burger is fine dining…
But, to go to his larger point on whether we need luxury, well, maybe you don’t Olsen, so you don’t have to burden yourself with the pursuit of money. It’s all the better for you. Other people’s pursuit of luxury doesn’t affect you.
Then again, Olsen admits later on that he himself would want to sleep in a fancy apartment with a $500 bedspread:
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. … If I did, I’d be sitting in the sun in some Caribbean island undoing the strap of some floozy girl’s bikini and drinking mojitos.”
Yes, yes, it all makes sense now. We don’t need to waste our lives slaving over money just so we can get ahead in this rat race and further the Machine. We just need to move to the Caribbean, don’t work, and sip mojitos all day.
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