What do you think?
Rate this book


528 pages, Paperback
First published April 1, 1978
". . . . John NIchols has all of Steinbeck's gifts, the same overwhelming compassion for people, plus an even finer sense of humor, and the need to celebrate the cause and dignity of man. . . he has left us with a classic American trilogy for our time."---Chicgo Tribune
"She was one of the exceptional few destined for a truly magic journey through life."
The title comes from the development or “betterment”of Chamisaville: “The valley was perched on the brink of magic journey” (37). A magic journey is also taken by April McQueen, daughter of Rodey McQueen, the land baron set on bettering Chamisaville (79). As families go, so goes the land…to a point. April does not share her father’s ambition for transforming the agricultural valley into a resort area, and author John Nichols probably gets the most drama from this conflict.
Magic Journey is like a Capra fantasy with a cohesive community than a classic hero’s odyssey. Chamisaville also divides community, but too many characters emerge to cohere (What is a community if not populated with diversity?). From reading so many classic narratives, I find myself growing weary when a novel moves into the realm of ideas without round characters, even when the characters are engaged in political skullduggery that comes closer to reality than most of neo-westerns.
Moe Stryzpk is the land developer who knows the municipal, state and federal government so well that he can manipulate any competition out of business with total legality (95). Moe talks free enterprise but lives oligarchy. Yes, Moe becomes a paraplegic and that gives him a social shield regardless of the damage he does to Chamisaville. But the accident happened during the heat of swinging a deal with nasty details. In some ways, Moe is like Capra’s Potter from It’s a Wonderful Life. Nichols writes a much different ending, though.
Another character more interesting for the ideas he embodies than for the life he lives is Icarus Suazo, a pueblo Indian who goes into business with Moe, Rodey & Co. for a keep-your-friends-close-your-enemies-closer reason: Icarus wants to return sacred land to his tribe and will sell his soul if it saves his tribe. “There are laws,” Icarus says, “however, there are other laws” (124). What follows is one of the more trenchant speeches on how genocide by land acquisition has been accomplished in the U.S. But it is a speech punctuated as dialog. I probably wouldn’t have liked it so much if Nichols hadn’t plotted it into the mouth of a character.
Don’t get me wrong; few novelists write speeches as good as the one Chamisville’s dirty mayor J.B. LeDoux delivers behind closed doors when the tax-exempt leaders propose public spending to subsidize their development (276-279). Magic Journey might have been published in 1978, but its mood is pure October ’08, which seems bent on repeating itself.
But it is April’s amazing life that seems to serve as an objective correlative for the valley. April’s liaisons make her a kind of mother figure to the world. It is with some irony that she never practices birth control, has a couple of abortions and a couple of children and never consciously considers how rising population contributes to the cultural genocide of the valley she loves. I mean, the most revolutionary step would be to connect the nexus between rising population and overwhelmed social systems. Defunding Planned Parenthood when employment hovers near 10% is like shutting off the water to your next door neighbors’ burning house because you think a double crisis will inspire them dig a well quick and build moral fiber in them.
The magic realism in Magic Journey isn’t very real. Some of this comes from Nichols’ commitment to articulating political ideas: while we never miss his point, the poetic symbolism of Marquez or Allende does not appear. Perhaps everyday magic can’t survive north of the U.S.-Mexico Border. But using religious hucksterism to describe the initial Cipi Garcia Shrine denies it any eternal force. If the opening magic is characterized with cynicism, it makes it difficult to accept the spiritual forces near the end of the book.
But perhaps I’m not giving enough credence to April’s notion that we are all on a magic journey whether or not the local angels speak to us or not. Perhaps I’m relying too much on the novelist to characterize the angels for me.