From Publishers Weekly
For 12 years, Jordan (aka Dishwasher Pete) tramped about the U.S. washing dishes. Despite a survey of 740 occupations in which "dishwasher ranked #735," Jordan, then in his mid-30s, sees the inherent benefits of the job: downtime in between meals, free food (and beer), being able to quit at a moment's notice and an abundance of similar opportunities all over the country. The writing is lucid and earnest, and Jordan's passion for dishwashing and, even more so, for blowing-in-the-wind traveling, is infectious. As his quest extends from one year to the next, and he questions the worthiness of his goal to "bust suds" in all 50 states, he demonstrates an ability to convey his deepest fears without losing the upbeat, fun tone that pervades the entire memoir. What does hurt this rather lengthy book's pacing is that every dishwashing job (save a few) is pretty much the same, and the descriptions can get as repetitive as a wash cycle. Still, Jordan's knowledge of famous dishwashers (Gerald Ford, Little Richard, etc.) and dishwashers' roles in creating unions adds a substance that juxtaposes nicely with the author's slacker lifestyle.

I enjoyed this look at dishwashing all over the US. I had no idea there was a dishwashing culture! It was a glimpse at a life that is very different from mine, an alter ego of sorts, and I liked taking part in that world at least for a bit. It feels so foreign to just up and quit a job, sometimes just by not going back, not even telling them you are leaving. Sometimes it felt a little redundant, ie I washed dishes there for a day and quit, then here for a service and quit, then there and quit, etc.

Overall, a decent read, nothing spectacular, but entertaining enough to continue reading.

I'm sending this one on to MsJoanna for the September nonfiction swap.

Here it is. I'm currently reading Rolling Nowhere: Riding the Rails with America's Hoboes, which somehow feels like an appropriate predecessor to this book.