Herzog - Turn Left at the Trojan Horse
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Thank you Brad Herzog for taking me on a great cross-country journey. To quote another storyteller, his words winged like arrows to the mark.
AJ Jacobs , author of The Guinea Pig Diaries and The Year of Living Biblically
Turn Left at the Trojan Horse had me howling with laughter and nodding pensively at the razor-sharp observation. His epic road trip, tinged with local culture and flavored with the Greek myths, is the stuff of legend itself and puts Herzog at the forefront of the genre.
Tabir Shah , author of The Caliphs House and In Search of King Solomons Mines
Brad Herzog is the perfect travel companion: funny, wise, and as good a storyteller as youll find on the open road. You cant help but want to spend a month in his passenger seat after reading this book.
Chad Millman , author of The Detonators and The Odds
A midlife quest that while grounded in mythology, transports the reader along a redemptive, poetic journey through small-town America.
Doreen Orion , author of Queen of the Road
Herzog cleverly reinvents the original road trip in his new book, one that is more than just a timeless journey of self-discovery. He is at his best when taking the reader to little-known towns born of Homers itinerary and introducing us to the endearing people who make these places so uniquely American. As we sit in Herzogs passenger seat, we cannot help but stare out the window and even see our own reflection in the glass.
Liz Robbins , author of A Race Like No Other
Herzog is that rare person blessed with an innovative spirit and creative mind, persistence in pinpointing the heart of the issueand skill in applying his reflections to paper.
Houston Chronicle
Also by Brad Herzog
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A WOULD-BE HEROS AMERICAN ODYSSEY
Citadel Press
Kensington Publishing Corp.
www.kensingtonbooks.com
To Mom and Dad
There is in every constitution a certain solstice when the stars stand still in our inward firmament, and when there is required some foreign force, some diversion or alternative to prevent stagnation. And, as a medical remedy, travel seems one of the best.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Tell me, O muse, of that ingenious hero who traveled far and wide
Homer, the Odyssey
Mount Olympus has vanished, so I order another beer.
Around me, the patrons in this lofty bubble stab at pan-seared mahi mahi and sip chardonnays as the restaurant rotates, revealing the wonders of Puget Sound in a slow-motion panorama. One floor up, tourists ooh and aah their way around the Space Needles observation deck. Some five hundred feet below, the Emerald City continues with its daily bustle.
A silent procession hums along Interstate 5. Hulking vessels inch across the sound. A seaplane lands and glides to a stop on Lake Union. A cruise shipthe Sapphire Princess sits patiently dockside in Elliott Bay. To the east is the Seattle skyline backed by distant vistas of the Cascades. To the west is the Olympic Peninsula, where Mount Olympus rises regally from its center. But the sky is brimming with low stratus clouds, like ceiling tiles, and the mountain is hidden.
So this is where it beginswith my view obscured, but with the world revolving around me, one degree of perspective at a time.
I reach into my backpack, thumbing past tattered translations of the Iliad and the Odyssey and a few back issues of Sports Illustrated until I find an envelope containing a breathless invitation: Calling all classmates around the world to join us in Ithaca!
This is what brought me here. I have been invitedalong with three thousand or so Cornell University classmatesto a fifteenth reunion at the gleaming school on the hill in Ithaca, New York. Come enjoy the guest lecturers and the glee club concert! Hear the presidents State of the University address! Take in an alumni baseball game! It might have added: Consider the stratospheric success of your classmates, and wallow in a sense of under-achievement!
When asked to revisit where you have been, you tend to assess where you are. You realize that the gradual march of days has accumulated into years and that the years are forming decades. When midlife approaches like a mugger in an alleyway, you dont merely take stock of your life; you recall your original goalsand perhaps you notice the gulf between the former and the latter.
I seem to arrive at such an existential crisis every decade or so. I assume we all do, in one way or another. My first one happened when I was thirteen and about to celebrate my bar mitzvah, the Jewish rite of passage that was supposed to mean I was entering into some form of adulthood. I felt the weight of the world on my still-narrow shoulders, mostly because the world seemed suddenly complex and chaotic. I was overwhelmed by the onslaught of junior high schoolthe Darwinian game of social standing, the increasing imbalance of work and play, the shock of adolescence.
I recall the pressure of trying to memorize Hebrew text thatto my blurry and unconvinced eyeslooked like hieroglyphs and squiggles. I heard somewhere that girls preferred boys with dimples, so for my seventh-grade class photo I tried to surreptitiously suck in my cheeks while smiling. When the yearbook came out, I looked creepy and constipated. I remember silently sitting on my girlfriends basement couch with my arm draped around her shoulder for what seemed like hours as I tried to summon the courage to make any sort of move. I thought: If I am becoming a man, this is a hell of an unimpressive start.
So I confronted this crisis of confidence by traveling inward, by delving further into my imagination. I escaped the chaos by creating worlds in which I was in command. I became a writer.
A few years later, in high school, I met Amyas a result of my writing, in fact. An English teacher had decided to read one of my papers to her class. I stopped in to chat for a moment. Amy says she liked my smile. I think she was smitten by my metaphors. We attended a couple of proms together, weathered college in Ithaca, and saved our pennies to pay for a walk-up apartment on a leafy street in Chicagos Lincoln Park neighborhood. Following the thrill of our wedding day, we found ourselves falling into a routine and a future laid out before us like a straight track to the horizon. True adulthood had arrived, and responsibilities along with it. But we yearned for options. We wanted to sample lifes possibilities before settling down. So this time I responded by traveling outward. We collected our meager savings, bought a thirty-four-foot RV, and hit the highway.
Through forty-eight states and nearly eleven months, we allowed our thoughts to expand and fill the open spaces, crystallizing our criteria of what we wanted out of a place to live. In the end, we opted for small-town serenity on Californias central coast, a place where John Steinbeck, Doc Ricketts, and Joseph Campbell used to clink beers, stare into tide pools, and ponder the human condition. I was self-satisfied at my ability to control my destiny and certain that the sky was the limit as long as I didnt settle for anything less than the ideal. But that was when I was a young phenom, newly married, already published at age twenty-six, still clinging to the idea that I could somehow change the world, one word at a time. That was before I had kids and a minivan and an unfathomable mortgage and the notion that my achievements were not meeting my expectations.
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