"Go west, young man!"
The frontier! The gold rush! The promise of new life in the American imaginary had always (traditionally) been west, away from urbanity, academia, business. Making a new life! Let's forgot about Native Americans for a minute, that American Dream said, there is endless land and resources and possibilities for progress; and for awhile the fantasy seemed to come true for many.
"And then, by god, I was rich"--Willy's older brother who goes to Alaska to make his fortune, in Death of a Salesman.
I kind of think of this play in conjunction with Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (or any of his political campaign horror stories) by Hunter Thompson, a kind of unmasking of illusions on acid with guns firing. Shepard here depicts Austin, a Hollywood writer (with an Ivy League degree) and his drifter/thief brother as they meet together for the first time in six years. Austin is writing, meeting with a producer, his brother asking to borrow his car so he can break into homes in the neighborhood and steal tvs and appliances, such as microwave ovens and toasters.
When the producer arrives, the drifter bro floats a more marketable idea than his stuffy east coast bro could ever imagine, perfect for Hollywood. So the producer wants to do that project, no longer Austin's and suddenly we have a sort of comic Prince and the Pauper switch for the brothers, with Austin, out of a job, gets drunk and decides to break into several neighbors's houses t steal their. . . toasters! This absurd commentary makes it clear the True West is not the American Dream for either of them. Oh, and they bond over eating toast, the best moment in the play.
It's not a deep or particularly rich play, not one of the great plays of American theater, imo, but I enjoyed listening to the LA Theater Works production of it. It still resonates very much with the present age.