So we can all see it clearly, and KNOW. I don’t care how trite it was, and maybe still is. You are commenting using your Twitter account. This book’s time is up. It is worthy every exuberant and formerly offensive “I’m proud” sticker that’s plastered on the back of a pick up truck. However, I think the point he was making if not, then the point I am making is that most of life is ephemeral. What captivates you is his writing style , a writing style the likes of which I had never encountered.

I don’t even think it is truly representative of the Beat Culture. Its a total waste of time less. It’s a free-flowing good time perfectly delivered in Kerouac’s jazzy beat style. It was time for me to leave for sea. They are merely there as inanimate props reduced to the status of languishing in the background and occasionally allowed to be in the limelight when the men begin referring to them as if they were objects. And why would I want to? In Sal, and in fact, his friends’ eyes, women exist to satisfy their sexual needs. And just gave them all aliases.

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He and his roommate Greg Harper were a perfect match. See all 22 questions about On the Road…. He was a pretentious, self-important bore who produced some of the most painfully bad and inconsequential prose of the 20th century.

It smelled like old book. I didn’t climb the dark wizard’s tower, nor heard prophecies whispered in the dark. But think nothing of it now, my friend, put it right out of your mind.

You follow Jack Kerouac’s travels throughout America and Mexico, and that’s it. View all 25 comments. This was a 4 star book based on what it represents, the history of the genre, and my enjoyment of travel.

I understand its appeal, and even its historical importance.

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Finally, I conquer you after nearly 3 years of dithering. This is a book affected by the rhythms of Jazz and it shows in virtually every sentence.


I had been attending school and romancing around with a girl called Lucille, a beautiful Italian honey-haired darling that I actually wanted to marry” Look at Sal talking about a woman as if she were a breed of cat he wanted to rescue from the animal shelter. That’s what OTR means to me. You’ll notice a plethora of contradictions: Nov 11, Trevor rated it really liked it Shelves: Every young generation has their own locus of romance and high hopes.

Sign of the times, I know, but it is still painful to see that these Beat visionaries – for all their open-mindedness towards other religions and sex and drugs – still expressed such backwards views and attitudes sometimes As for the beauty, the story of Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty crossing the US again and again with a last trip down to Mexico City is epic.

Then there are books like this that I dislike, because seriously, what the fuck was the writer thinking? Refresh and try again.

And I spent the next ten years trying to be a Beatnik. In On the Road he actually muses about how much he wishes that ns could have been born “a Negro in the antebellum South,” living a simple life free from worry, and does so seemingly without any sense of irony.

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But there’s an obvious limit to the amount of his vile ruminations I can tolerate. I mean, the road is a lot like Dean, it takes a lot out of you, but you get addicted to it and obsessed with it and can’t let it go, and I don’t think there’s any other way about it. You would walk by, and what was going on inside went on totally and completely without any regards to the rules outside. In his famously confessional style, Ginsberg recounts the road trips, love affairs and search for personal liberation that led to the most timeless and electrifying work of his career, the poem HOWL.


For some of us, whether we regret the life of the partier or are merely nostalgic when we remember that time of life, boozing and drugs no longer shine with the quite the same bright light.

Greg sat in his khaki uniform pants, imitation leather shoes with white socks, and white tee-shirt, smoking a butt and whittleing two dogs fucking out of a piece of balsa or something. Jack Kerouac’s writing career began in the s, but didn’t meet with commercial success untilwhen On the Road was published. And hilariously enough, for two such homophobic characters their relationship really was almost quasi romantic in its existence. A tale of a closeted individual who really has nothing to say.

There’s only so much hedonism you can take before you have to step back and ask, what’s the point? This is the crazy bohemian life! I can excuse the lack of plot because the whole point of this was the transitory nature of these characters. There was an extraordinary exhibit at the Pompidou Center earlier this year where the original draft in Kerouac’s handwriting was laid o Kerouac’s masterpiece breathes youth and vigor for the duration and created the American bohemian “beat” lifestyle which has been the subject of innumerable subsequent books, songs, and movies.

This is a book for followers written by a Conformist, for one can always be some selfproclaimed comfortable conformist of nonconformism.

This is basically the wet dream of every white misogynistic, homophobic, racist male who dreams of being a rebel in only the way that someone with white privilege can. BTW click here to read Anu’s brilliant review which inspired me to read this at last.