From Romenesko, we learn that John Steinbeck's Travels with Charlie is, well, a work of fiction--at least one that would not pass the Oprah test today. I can't say I ever gave it a moment's thought before but it is hardly surprising: times change. But while I am thinking on it, has anybody checked up on Henry David Thoreau lately? I seem to recall hearing when I was in college that all those nights he was supposed to be out there grappling with nature in the raw, he was actually home having dinner with his mother..
Fn.: A quick search of my aggregator shows that I and a lot of other people cannot spell "Romenesko:" we put in an "a" for the "e." But a search under the wrong spelling yields more hits (ignoring the author's own stuff) than the right one does.
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