(Don Ivan Punchatz’s cover for the 1973 edition)
“’Life, liberty, and the pursuit of mileage.’ Folk Saying” (11)
John Jakes’ satirical On Wheels (1973) subverts the popular trope of the freedom of the road. The clans (convoys of linked cars, mobile stores, residential cars, bars, and mechanics) who journey across the massive highways that crisscross the USA never dropping below 40 mph are no more free than the denizens of the crowded mega cities. At first glance the clans exude an aura of rebellion made manifest in their claims of voluntarily social estrangement from the rest of society, hyper-masculine car races and duels over women, and self-justifying theology connecting their existence to some grand American narrative of the past:
“Have we not found space and freedom beneath the singing wheels of our machines? Is there not room for all upon the turnpikes and freeways? Rome for those red-blooded, God-fearing men and women whose forebears, amongst the beloved hills and piney woods, first heard the thunder of superchargers on the roadways of the night?” (42)
Even in death the clan drivers are said to personify FREEDOM: the Firebird, derived from the Pure Oil logo, appears to those who go out in a blaze of glory on the road; and a son of a dead driver, hauled from vehicular wreckage, can be proud that his father was still jamming his leg “up and down as if to operate the accelerator pedal” (38). However, the road is a glorified prison. Supported by dole payments from the US government, the clans are but another cog in an overpopulated state that threatens to implode.
Analysis/Summary (spoilers as always)
In three parts—humorously labeled “Low Gear,” “Through the Gears,” and “High Gear”—Jakes follows the life of Billy Spoiler, an aimless adolescent who struts around in “Dacro-prest Imitation Denim” (43) and prone to wet dreams “involving himself, the Firebird, and the honey-haired blonde who rode the bird with flames streaming out behind her naked buttocks” (40). Via Billy and his exploits Jakes levels a blunt critique of hyper-masculine road (biker?) culture. Almost a pastiche of the adolescent rebel filled with dangerous sexism and violent tendencies, Billy, smelling of “his own STP Brand All-Man Afta-shave Bracer” (43) lusts after the manipulative Rose Ann, “He didn’t like the woman ways he saw in her green eyes. But the heat inside him pushed that aside” (45). Her boyfriend Lee, of the rival Ramp clan, challenges him to a race for Rose’s hand! With the clans cheering the dangerous spectacle on, Lee Ramp and Billy resort to dirty tactics. Lee barely survives, charred and desperate for revenge.
The novel shifts gears [no pun intended] and the prison walls close in. The realities of married (with the wrong partner) life interrupts the initial sexual passion: “About four weeks after Billy Spoiler and his bride returned from their honeymoon, the quarrels began” (79). As with Billy, Rose Ann is painted in cartoonish—woman as manipulator—strokes: she convinces Billy to buy her an expensive car, ridicules him at every opportunity, and has numerous affairs. All pretensions of a SF novel for teens shatters as uncomfortable scenes of domestic abuse unfold as Billy is unable to control his violent tendencies: “His words grew incoherent as he banged her head a few more times, then pulled her by the hair, dragging her out of the double bunk and threw her on the floor […] Billy hauled off and kicked her ribs” (98).
Billy, the true face behind the mask of road rebel unveiled, can only weakly mumble, “I didn’t mean to bang her up. I just got so mad” (99). As he pathetically attempts to find medical attention for his pregnant wife, he discovers the true walls of his world. [why bystanders who stopped Billy’s attack then allow him to take his injured wife to find medical attention bewilders…]
On Wheels (1973) attempts to dispel the freedom of the road and its mythologies. For Jakes, the road presents freedom imagined by and lived to some degree by the naive young, a freedom only fleetingly glimpsed by the old. More dangerously, the manifestations of this type of culture explodes in violence and an inability to create stable and loving relationships. It is hard to tell whether or not John Jakes seeks to present Billy, an abusive man, as a tragic product of the system or a stark exposé of the road rebel as hero. Fascinating dystopic world of car convoys aside, On Wheels lacks the necessary craft and articulation to rise above similar visions of the era. A lumpy shillelagh of a novel that cudgels and jabs with quirky intensity that breaks upon impact…. Sort of like Don Ivan Punchatz’s cover for the 1973 edition.
For more book reviews consult the INDEX
(David Plourde’s cover for the 1978 edition)
(Uncredited cover for the 1980 Dutch edition)
17 thoughts on “Book Review: On Wheels, John Jakes (1973)”
Yikes! and how interesting…
Still, can’t bring myself to read it in these times.
“A lumpy shillelagh of a novel…” had to look that up, but now I know exactly what you mean.
Along with “the greater morass of things” “a lumpy shillelagh of a novel” is a new favorite phrase! hah
It’s an odd book. It’s hard to not read it as a critique of masculinity (although Rose Ann is portrayed in similarly critical—stereotypical—ways but obviously does not resort to brutally attacking her husband). I’m afraid that Jakes wants him to be more tragic than he is, and that might be an element of the time in which he was writing.
That’s a – memorable cover! And it makes great claims, which I suspect the book doesn’t quite live up to!
The number of books compared to Dune, Slaughterhouse-Five, and 1984 etc is massive. It’s quite ridiculous, even Harrison’s The Pastel City is compared to Dune although they are utterly different books!
I may have a new favorite 70s book cover!
which one? The post contains two from the 70s. Although, I think you’re referring to the Don Ivan Punchatz one — hah
I could have sworn you already reviewed this novel, as I picked it up cheap after reading a review of it, but I guess I’m thinking of someone else (2theD probably). It sounds like a muddied, missed opportunity… Actually, most of Jakes’ novels seem like that… But I find the concept very intriguing, enough to buy a copy.
It’s a very short novel at least, I polished it off in a few hours. It strikes me as a missed opportunity — with a little more polish it could have been a more effective and powerful satire.
2theD reviewed it a while back — we gave it the same rating! (I should have linked it in the review).
I’ve wanting to read this book for some time, and maybe I’ll still get around to reading it someday. Still, a story revolving around a mobile society is nothing new. I reviewed a story, for what it’s worth, is a Planet Stories facsimile reprint if you want to look it up here: https://www.amazon.com/Planet-Stories-Winter-Robert-Abernathy/dp/1597982385/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1483486213&sr=8-1&keywords=1597982385 but there was nothing satiric about it. It represented its times, a war ravaged world in which war machines replaced Earth’s animal populace. The fact that such societies would be impossible to exist shouldn’t stand in the way of either a good story or a good satire. We live in odd times.
The impossibility of such a world did not bother me, especially as it has satirical purposes. That story sounds interesting! Thanks for the link.
That uncredited 1980 cover is either Chris Foss or one of his many impersonators/emulators
Definitely, now which one! Tony Roberts, Peter Elson, Colin Hay…. I wonder if the Dutch press reused earlier art as well.
I like Don Ivan Punchatz’s art, but his cover art for the John Jakes novel looks like he painted it while tripping on some bad acid. Maybe it would be better on a horror novel? Or on the side of a van?
Haha. In this case it embodies the book… Ridiculous in every way. Unfortunately, the ridiculous doesn’t really work!
‘On Wheels lacks the necessary craft and articulation to rise above similar visions of the era.’
Which novels/short stories are you referring to here?
Just curious for my own reading 🙂
Thanks for the comment!
As its been a while since I read the book and wrote the review, I suspect I was referring to 70s SF dystopias (with cool ideas!) with overt satirical elements — for example, a few come to mind –> Norman Spinrad’s The Iron Dream (1972), J. G. Ballard’s High-Rise (1975), Barry N. Malzberg’s In the Enclosure (1973) and The Men Inside (1973). All reviewed on my site — see the review INDEX.
As for more road-specific SF….. I seem to remember loving Ian Watson’s short story “Thy Blood Like Milk” (1973).
And the abandoned highway is powerful symbol in M. John Harrison’s hard to find masterpiece The Committed Men(1971)
Very much appreciated…thank you!