Drawing from a observed cache of journals, letters and unpublished fiction, Héctor Tobar’s third novel, The Last Great Road Bum, follows the actual peregrinations of Joe Sanderson, denizen of Urbana, Illinois. Privileged and corn-fed, Joe goes where his whim takes him, and his own family even will pay for him to do so, their money wired to embassies all around the world. You would possibly grit your teeth with resentment if Joe weren’t so openhearted—and if Tobar weren’t this type of wizard of a writer.
Joe’s adventure starts offevolved on a teenage lark whilst he hitchhikes out of Urbana and ends up in Jamaica with a band of welcoming Rastafarians. But the tale darkens as he gets a glimpse of the Vietnam War and then the frightening famine in Biafra. Throughout his travels, Joe witnesses suffering that radicalizes him, even though his letters home remain nearly aggressively cheery. After extra rousting about, he stumbles into a group of guerrilla opponents in El Salvador. It’s among these devoted compas, a few still in their teens, that the last incredible avenue bum reveals his purpose.
Third-person narration weaves with Joe’s circulate of consciousness, so we’re aware about not simplest his mind and observations, which flit from topic to topic like the butterflies he used to capture as a child, however additionally the thoughts of his mother, his fellow compas and even humans he meets briefly. Quirky endnotes conclude every chapter. This shape lends propulsion and surprising cohesion to a tale that might had been haphazard without it. A work of fiction and kind of proper, The Last Great Road Bum is extraordinary in its contemplation of a particularly American restlessness, innocence and foolishness.