Ah, no sooner has the new college semester started than my campus’ circle of hippies is already at their latest round of idiocy. This time it seems, they are asking people to join them in a couple days to join them in celebrating the life of modern hippie folk idol Christopher McCandless, whose death was twenty years ago this month. Their reasoning is that there are lessons people could take away from his life, and oddly enough, I am for once in agreement with them, although for wildly different reasons.
Chris_McCandlessChris McCandless, for those of you who don’t know who he is, was a trust-fund baby who upon graduation from college, burned his money, degree and indentifying documents and became a vagabond for the next several years, without once telling his friends or family. Basing his world-view on the sort vague understanding of romanticist literature and self-reliance you’d expect for a proto-hipster fresh out of college, he worked various odd jobs traveling around the western USA, before traveling to Alaska, where he starved to death in the woods. Briefly an idol in the early 1990s, he earned second life as a countercultural idol with the release of Sean Penn’s Into the Wild, a romanticized biopic which painted McCandless as a modern day Thoreau. Not surprisingly, the truth about McCandless is far less heroic or romantic than Penn’s film portrayed him, though it’s not like Penn is the best judge of character to start with.
sean_penn_hugo_chavez_not_a_dictatoIf any folks who claimed to idolize him did even an elementary amount of research on him, they would know there is little to idolize or even sympathize with concerning Christopher McCandless. If you ignore the movie and book that glorify his life, and read his own writings or contemporary accounts, it’s glaringly obvious McCandles just an over-privileged white boy who upon reading Walden a few too many times, abandoned his family and began a journey that was more about self-gratification than self-discovery. He never did become independent–he didn’t eat for days until somebody felt sorry for him and fed him; he got lost in Mexico; even at the end, he left a note on the bus begging to be rescued. He wasn’t their heir of Thoreau or Jack London, he was the fore-runner of the hipsters, only difference was instead of moving to Brooklyn and buying a fixie bike, he went to Alaska and starved to death.
Into-the-wildThe Alaskan trip in particular is worth looking at as a true judge of his character, especially to moment to consider the immense stupidity of McCandless’ actions in Alaska. Not only had he never been to Alaska, never lived off the land for an extended period of time, and had next to no woodsman skills or wilderness survival training, but he went into the wilderness with inadequate equipment, no map, no compass, and without telling anyone where he was going. To anyone with even a basic knowledge of wilderness survival, or a fair amount of common sense, every bit of that should have set off alarm bells in your head as a recipe for disaster, and makes his ultimate fate all the more logical. There is a word for someone who sets out into one of the most hostile wildernesses on the planet alone without telling anyone, without taking a compass or map, or having any sort of wilderness or survival training. That word is idiot, and in McCandless’ case, suicidally so.