Rolling Nowhere: Riding the Rails with America's Hoboes

by Ted Conover

Overview

In Ted Conover's first book, now back in print, he enters a segment of humanity outside society and reports back on a world few of us would chose to enter but about which we are all curious.

Hoboes fascinated Conover, but he had only encountered them in literature and folksongs. So, he decided to take a year off and ride the rails. Equipped with rummage-store clothing, a bedroll, and a few other belongings, he hops a freight train in St. Louis, becoming a tramp in order to discover their peculiar culture. The men and women he meets along the way are by turns generous and mistrusting, resourceful and desperate, philosophical and profoundly cynical. And the narrative he creates of his travels with them is unforgettable and moving.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9780375727863
Publisher:	Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Publication date:	09/11/2001
Series:	Vintage Departures
Edition description:	Reprint
Pages:	304
Product dimensions:	5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.63(d)

About the Author

Ted Conover is the author most recently of the National Book Critics Circle Award Nominee Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing. He lives in New York City.

Editorial Reviews

"Vivid, sensitive... this always compelling odyssey explains life beyond the pale of comfort."
—Los Angeles Times

"Rolling Nowhere is so vivid that every few pages the urge to clack the dust from one's own clothes is almost irresistible."
—The New York Times Book Review

From the Publisher

[Much of this book] is so vivid that every few pages the urge to clack the dust from one's own clothes is almost irresistible. . . . [Mr. Conover] notes with disgust that camaraderie does exist but that violence among hobos is as prevalent as the sharing of cheap muscatel. Many observations bring to mind only the youth of the author. Harboring a "romantic vision" of hobos, he is "sickened" and "revolted" by many predictable aspects of the vagabond life -- homosexuality, violence and betrayal. For someone so taken with unconventionality, he overflows with conventional piety. But these are minor flaws. If his journey shook some of the romance out of his vision of hobos, perhaps writing this book also flushed away some of his wide-eyed sanctimoniousness. His next book could be a humdinger.

Barbara Shulgasser