Robert Frank’s Unsentimental Journey -> Vanity Fair →
America felt good about itself in the 1950s. It had won the war. It was rich, and the magazines and television programs were promoting the American Way of Life. Patriotism, optimism, and scrubbed suburban living were the rule of the day. Myth was important then. And along comes Robert Frank, the hairy homunculus, the European Jew with his 35-mm. Leica, taking snaps of old angry white men, young angry black men, severe disapproving southern ladies, Indians in saloons, he/shes in New York alleyways, alienation on the assembly line, segregation south of the Mason-Dixon line, bitterness, dissipation, discontent.