The Impetus to writing a story is the fact you have an attraction to the subject matter your writing, which in the case of Krakauer, he wrote it because there was some spark of curiosity and maybe wisdom to learn from a person like Chris. Although, in my opinion I feel like I was brought into this story without a main theme, yet then again if I get there is a theme, I think it's that Chris was dealt bad hands, and not to be cliche but the good do die young. But in the end if were being honest I got the feeling like he was an old friend I knew myself and I heard fully of who he was simply, there is really no need for a philosophical message and sometimes saying that Chris was a kind and adventurous man is just enough. If you think about it, Chris did not come to prove a message to the world or become famous for being a hitchhiking mystery (and yet some do flaunt on being the king on the road, for example the beatnik Jack Kerouac), for he was really looking to create a space for himself and to function in life, and us readers riding along with this book is just cool to watch.
Nonetheless, do I think he made his message well, somewhat, I find him too noncommittal to make a huge statement, he's a bystander and like one of those documenting suspects to a greater cause. For example (it may seem outlandish) but like a disciple writing about Jesus or a saint in some way, I get a notion that it's like that (even if McCandless was told to be trouble, but Aren't we all). Yet again If he was going to put a better message, you'd think he'd make it a repeating motif we could all see instead of putting some historical example and wavering sides, while in addition to help his message paraphrasing for his own sake like any other argumentive writer, though he's not that author. Really, its just strange to put a finger on Chris, but it's backup for krakuer in that fact that we at least know his personality to some extent. Which from enough accounts of truck drivers, Bert and Jan, Franz, Westerburg and Carine, told all together that he had some social difficulties, issues of authority and was congenial is his sporadic or "Alexander Supertramp" kinda way.
And since my opinion on Chris is so soft and not so "he's really trouble from the start and shoud've got a good talking to, doing all these camping trips and whatnot like a homeless bum", I think I'm used to this, for my Grandfather (whom i've written about before), is just as artistically unique as the rest of the geniuses, because he had hitchhiked all across Canada in the 70's with a guitar, read tons of environmentally or hippie progressive books and continues to be out of the ordinary at the age of 75. So I say with the freewheeling, folkie type of characters, to know one is really to love one cause they bring such memorable (but maybe hectic) stories, the kind you get a good laugh about after a while.
Well since he's dead, it's the friends along the way that counts, cause the author failed to say for himself.
I wonder what Chris would do if he was alive, write some good books? become a teacher? a political activist for a movement?
Would there be less people written about if there was an objective interest? Like no starting desire and writing just to write?