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Maira Kalman's Illustrated Search for Meaning, Cohesion and Country in the Bright Light of America

"Everyone is beautiful. Everyone makes you proud. Everyone Breaks your heart."

By Ellen Vrana

The road trip of discovery is a uniquely American thing. Living as an American abroad, I miss American junk food and the endless stream of roads. That untouchable horizon, the promise of new people, ventures, even a new self to be scooped up and carried.   Of those who have stretched out on this road, John Steinbeck's journal in the year after he won the Noble Prize, Travels with Charley is one of the most famous. He set out to find the America he knew for he had "lost the flavor of it" but perhaps did not open his heart as fully as is often needed for such a venture.  
I find Thoreau's meditative journal/essays on democracy while navigating Massachusetts' rivers a bit superior. 

For Maira Kalman (born in 1949), the road trip is a way of seeing before it is a thing of doing.   I mean 'road trip' as far as travel around one's country by road (train is not a real option in the U. S.) rather than plane. Meaning you do not bound from city to city but you do the in-between too. Much of America is in the in-between, many international visitors miss this aspect of our country. I'm from the in-between. In her joyful Principles of Uncertainty, Kalman suggested walking behind someone and taking notes (in a natural, playful, not figurative sense). She brings that precious nearsightedness to bear in And the Pursuit of Happiness, a book of illustrated thought published in 2009 following Obama's Inauguration.

Illustration of American flags by Maira Kalman featured in Kalman's Washington, D. C. "Hallelujah for the vast sea of nearly two million people holding madly fluttering flags in the bright noonday sun." Illustration by Maira Kalman.

"Look! The velvet Bible Lincoln used!" Kalman writes, "That Obama used... and why do we use a Bible and not the constitution? Hmmm..."

Kalman exists in question. The best questions, the obvious questions buried under niceties, boredom, and hate. Questions about the complexity of the American spirit, as summarized by American novelist Marilynne Robinson in her elegy for American democracy.

We have entered into a period of rationalist purgation. Rationalism and reason are antonyms, the first fixed and incurious, the second open and inductive. Rationalism is forever settled on one model of reality; reason tends toward an appraising interest in things as they come.
From Marilynne Robinson's When I Was a Child I Read Books

Against this devaluation of democracy, Kalman proposes: "'Think small' is my new motto. It helps me handle the complicated too-muchness of it all." While grains of truth are not necessarily found in the small, at least the small allows for a lapidary process of thought.

Is there such a thing as a person born with a military gene?
Don't we need both the warriors and the artists on this planet?
What if I were in the Army?

Apart from an impeccably made bed, I can't imagine what else I could do.

Fly a chinook? Peel potatoes? Or maybe be a hostess?

As she tours America, its Presidential homes, government buildings, and military camps, Kalman sits in the small and asks the big questions.

How do we reconcile the repugnance of war with the honorable and trustworthy people who engage in it? Where is the line for appropriateness of war or actions taken in the name of preparedness? And who draws that line and enforces it?

Illustration of U. S-xs. Pentagon by Maira Kalman featured in Kalman's U. S. Pentagon. Illustration by Maira Kalman.

How do we reconcile politics' lavish, toddler-like messiness with the "smart and good" individuals who practice it?

I meet John Rhea head of the New York City Housing Authority. The daunting job of creating affordable housing for hundreds of thousands of people falls on his shoulders. He is working with Megan Sheekey, President of the Mayor's Fund to Advance the City of New York. I love that fund.
Illustration of Abraham Lincoln by Maira Kalman featured in Kalman's "I look deep into his eyes and found that I was falling in love. In love with A. Lincoln." Illustration by Maira Kalman.

How do we move forward on things that matter now without disrupting the fragile items that mattered then?   The racial justice issues trouncing so much of American psyche at present brings up soul-deepening questions of sustaining and changing. Like how can I diminish who I am and make room for you if who you are negates who I am? How can we both be strong enough? I find James Baldwin's body of work a worthy companion to the consciousness-expanding process. His work on the dehumanizing and demobilizing aspects of oppression or the consciousness required to reduce the enormous disconnect between the races.

Of Thomas Jefferson:

The man who wrote the Declaration of Independence said of Slavery, "This abomination must have an END," was the owner of several hundred slaves. The monumental man had monumental flaws. Barely 30 years after his death (on July 4, 1826) the Civil War exploded. And what about his relationship with Sally Hemings, one of his slaves? It is believed that she gave birth to six of his children.

"We hope. We despair. We hope. We despair." What will happen if we stop?

Illustration by Maira Kalman featured in Kalman's Town meeting in Vermont. Illustration by Maira Kalman.

"Everyone is beautiful. Everyone makes you proud. Everyone Breaks your heart," writes Kalman. What was it like for her to write this book? To make these observations, to sit in places and moments. Kalman was born in Israel but has lived in New York City for decades.   How is Lincoln different to Kalman than he might be to me? Is it how I feel about say, John Locke, or Charles Dickens? I feel like I own Lincoln, his story, his name, because I'm American. But that makes no sense at all, not one bit of sense at all. "There are some people" wrote Maya Angelou wisely in one of her last published works, "who belong to everyone."

Everything is invented.
Language. Childhood. Careers.
Relationships. Religion.
Philosophy. The Future.
They are not there for the plucking.
They don't exist in some natural state.
They must be invented by people. And that, of course, is the great thing.

What Kalman finds through this ample, focused, and jaunty sidelong glance at America is what you might find in most nation-states. Family. Food. Sky above. Ground beneath. Flags in our hands. Change agents like Benjamin Franklin, Irving Berlin, and Obama. The people you'd rather forget and the people you enshrine in perpetuity. Until we become the past of someone else's present.

From the architectural eggs of the New York sewage disposal system to the sublime lift of Le Corbusier's Ronchamp Chapel. From a cherry pie in the canteen of army training in Fort Campbell, KY, to an alcoholic/chocolate cake baked by RBG's husband, from leaves outside Lincoln's birth cabin to leaves outside Jefferson's Monticello, surely this is the most diverse and most flexible country that has ever existed.

Illustration of cherry pie by Maira Kalman featured in Kalman's Cherry pie from the Fort Campbell, KY canteen. A moment of bliss. Illustration by Maira Kalman.

And your America is entirely different, and your experience as an American is altogether different, and yes, that too. You too. Yes (sweeps arm broadly), all of this.

Reacquaint yourself with your America with a trip through the personal narratives of Ta-Nehisi Coates, Durga Chew-Bose, or Henry David Thoreau. Slip into the poetic being that is Walt Whitman or Ocean Vuong and imagine what connects these men beyond space and poem. Contemplate America forged by a sense of brotherhood, slipped over our heads in times of crisis, or shaken out of complacency when it falls woefully short.

Photograph of shoes by Maira Kalman featured in Kalman's  "You would need to walk to California...which is what I did. In my head."

A road trip isn't a road trip; it is the possibility to discover who you are and what America is and find it entirely anew depending on your route or speed. That is what I miss most. The multiple avenues, the changing face, the craziness tethered together by feathers of individuality, freedom, and caring deeply for whatever we care about.

I miss all that. And junk food.

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