Since then he has written eight nonfiction books that chronicle journeys of one sort or another. Four years later, his book “Blue Highways: A Journey Into America” became a massive bestseller, launching a career and reinventing the notions of both travel writing and memoir. He lived out of his monastically customized Ford van, ate at a lot of local cafes and kept a journal. Relegating a broken marriage and a lost job to the rear-view mirror, he spent three months exploring the continental United States by way of its back roads and the people he encountered upon them. In 1978, he put a general lust for wandering to emotional, existential and then literary use. William Least Heat-Moon is just such a traveler. And that can come in handy when the road, or the places along it, are denied him by pandemic or the cussed realities of age.
A man who knows the road well enough can learn to travel in place.
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