On the Road by Jack Kerouac (EPUB)

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The classic novel of freedom and the search for authenticity that defined a generationSeptember 5th, 2017 marks the 60th anniversary of the publication of On the RoadInspired by Jack Kerouac’s adventures with Neal Cassady, On the Road tells the story of two friends whose cross-country road trips are a quest for meaning and true experience. Written with a mixture of sad-eyed naiveté and wild ambition and imbued with Kerouac’s love of America, his compassion for humanity, and his sense of language as jazz, On the Road is the quintessential American vision of freedom and hope, a book that changed American literature and changed anyone who has ever picked it up.

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⭐Until I read it.Like so many boys who grow up in the Midwest, I revered my father. My father was a Republican, who loved Reagan and taxes and the military and said God Made America. And like so many boys, I wanted to please my father. Truth be told there was once a time in my life where I too would talk about taxes and abortion and guns and our revered troops and our God Given Right.And then, I turned 18 and went to college. And just like all the other Midwestern white boys who find themselves in school, alone and without the need to please their patriarch, I fell in love with being Progressive. I’d talk about ignorant, closed minded country bumpkins and their pickup trucks. I’d say Bush needed to be put on trial for war crimes and that taxes needed raised and it’s a woman’s body so it’s her choice. I came to hate my father, and I came to know that I knew better than him in his closed mind in the Midwest. That the future didn’t look like him. I never did drugs, I didn’t even drink alcohol until I was a few months over 21, and I never traveled to Berlin or Chile or Thailand, and I may have never owned the Birkenstocks or the old, travel-worn bag. But I knew from my reading and my friends and my freedom that the old man was just plain wrong. I knew this.And a large reason I knew it was because of this book. On The Road has been said to be to hippies what the Bible is to Christians. Bob Dylan read this book and then started Folk Rock, it’s said. The Beat Generation may have came before the Baby Boomers, but when Baby Boomers went to the bookstores just as soon as they were old enough they bought On The Road, and Howl and Naked Lunch. The idea of other ways to live, other ways to be other than a company man sending troops all over the world was supposed to have started with the Beats. It was Kerouac and Ginsburg and Burrows and a host of others that turned the Beatles from suit wearing British boys into long haired, bearded, sunglasses wearing hippies who fought the war and the squares and expanded their mind. And the hippies just wanted peace and free love and an end to racism and sexism, right? It was Nixon who killed real freedom, the freedom our long haired brethren from Berkeley and Frisco fought for. That was something I knew.And I went on believing this, really knowing this, for a long time. That somewhere in our past was a truth that was squelched by oppressive forces like Nixon and Reagan and even Clinton and then Bush. The names of other old patriarchs who were stopping the future from coming. That all we needed was the future and the future promised to us years before by the long lost Counter-Culture of the 1960s.I knew all this, right up until I was watching CNN about three weeks ago. I was on my Amazon Fire TV, on the CNN App, watching this show produced by Tom Hanks called “The 60s.” It was this little mini-series, that has been replicated for every decade since, and it talked about Rock and Roll and Vietnam and Jack and Bobby and 1968. But it also talked about the hippies, and toward the end of that hour of television something happened that I started me un-knowing what I had known. Because it turns out that Jack Kerouac, in 1968, went on William F. Buckley’s TV show and completely and unequivocally dis-owned the hippies.I was floored. Here was the hero whose foundation held up the Counter-Culture’s house, on the show of an old-school white guy Republican ideologue, saying he wanted nothing to do with the hippies. Just what in the heck?I, now a 30 year old Midwesterner with the Internet, checked out Wikipedia. Turns out old Jack Kerouac was a lifelong Catholic (yes, even when writing the Dharma Bums), who painted portraits of the Pope and carried a rosary. He played football in High School and went to college on a football scholarship. This square was the guy who people flocked to to change the world? This dude wearing jeans and a t-shirt and drinking a tall can of Budweiser? That article on Wikipedia was an eye-opener. Jack was also schizophrenic.Now, I am not going to ruin this book for you. I want to, I really do. But I bought the book and read it in maybe a week or so. Even now, a few hours after I put it down, I am floored and still collecting my thoughts. Kerouac is not who I thought he was. The entirety of our great, glorious past and our experiment in free love and peace isn’t built on a lie, I’ve checked. There isn’t another On The Road written by another Jack Kerouac that I have accidentally purchased. What it seems to be based on is the most misogynist and most disdainful and most self-absorbed and outright delusional reading of a book that had occurred in the entire Baby Boomer generation. Kerouac and his friends, all subjects of this book written in with their names changed, were deluded about their place in life, disdained the order that let them treat so many people so badly, and what they did to the women in their lives makes Don Draper and Roger Sterling look like Gloria Steinem’s hard nosed instructors. These men were monsters who used people like objects and had the utter gall to appropriate the name of the Beat, originally a term used to describe black people “beaten to their socks,” and apply it to their own over-privileged selves. Sal and Dean actually got up in the morning and thought that THEY were “beat.”I encourage everyone to read this awful tome to awful men. I hope that you read it when you are 30 like me, or maybe just when you are mature enough to understand that what is happening here isn’t a great adventure but a total abdication. I wish I had actually read this book in college. My father and I argued a lot when I was in school, when I knew he was so wrong and I was so knowing. The truth about Jack Kerouac and his friends is that even their best qualities fail to exceed my father’s worst. For all his many faults, he has never, ever treated any human on this earth the way Sal and Dean treated every single person that had the misfortune to be on the road to Sal and Dean’s kicks.Don’t get me wrong, this book hasn’t changed my political stripe. I’m not voting for Trump two years ago or two years from now. But Holy God, to think the young people who were going to “change the world” in my father’s youth did so after reading this. It makes sense to me now, sitting here, why the #MeToo movement has ousted so many lefty men in Hollywood and the Senate, and even a lefty woman or two. I think, whether they read this book or not, they actually know what I knew until just earlier today.I’m sorry, dad.

⭐The ramblings of this book must be approached with an understanding of the times in which it was written, and the final and pure disconnect of the main characters at the end.

⭐I started reading Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, and about time, you might say. All my life, I had expected this book to be a sort of hysterical gospel of the beat generation. In a way, it is, but above all it’s a hymn to the United States, its vastness, its sadness, its poetry and melancholy. It’s got something of John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charlie with, in the background, Ennio Moricone’s music for Once upon a time in the West. I’m glad I first went from Arkansas to Missouri, Iowa, South Dakota, then New Mexico and Arizona before I read this book. I can taste the wide open vistas, the mesmerizing monotony of endless roads over perfectly flat land, the sense of emptiness in this under populated country. Also, I understand somewhat better Aaron Copeland’s Fanfare for the common Man. All so beautiful and heartbreaking ! Like Kerouac, but under much more comfortable circumstances, I enjoyed the impact of unexpected encounters : an Indian in New Mexico, for instance, at a service station. He’d noticed my Little Rock, Razorback T-shirt, and we started talking. “I just spent several years in Little Rock” he said. “Now, I’m going home” : a simple statement, as moving as a haiku. You could never be friends with these people ; here now, gone a few seconds later, yet they stay with you all your life.Kerouac’s style has a lot to do with the fascination one quickly feels for the novel. Style can turn an ordinary story into a magic one. Here, sentences are clear, yet enhanced now and then by poetic touches : a misleading simplicity, and no mean feat.The major drawback lies in Kerouac’s obsession with booze, beer and getting drunk. Characters in the novel – including the main character – are always complaining that they are short of money, and it’s very true that they are not exactly rolling in it, but if they didn’t drink so much, they would have enough to get by, most of the time. The story takes place in 1947. By the time I went to live in North America (Canada is the same) it hadn’t changed. For me, the year was 1963. If a man managed to take a girl to a motel with him, he also had to bring in a bottle of whiskey. Apparently, it’s still like that. What a sad, sad outlook on sex ! Getting drunk on cheap booze instead of getting drunk on each other ! When the body is fighting with 6 shots of Bourbon, orgasms are reduced to the mere release of biological tensions instead of the last movement in a grand symphony of sensations and emotions.In California, Jack meets a lovely Mexican girl with blue eyes, which prompts an old farmer to say that, at some point, “the bull jumped over the fence.” You just know that their affair is not going to last, even if it keeps on for a few weeks. Jack Kerouac’s talent means that, as a reader, you are more in love with the girl than the author ever was. There is great sadness at their parting (there is great sadness throughout the book), but love, real love, deep love is never an element of the story, and that makes it even more poignant. On the Road is a drifting odyssey of self-centred people who are not even aware that they are self-centred. It’s an ode to complicated losers.

⭐The book gives an error on the final page… Asking to download it from the cloud. Many transcription errors too. A sad state is affairs for such a classic.

⭐First of all, other reviewers who pointed out that this books is boring and pointless are correct. You won’t find a story in this book, there won’t be a beginning, a middle or an end. But you will find a certain magic that is hard to explain, a magic that comes out of the poetry that is in every page, that connects you straight to the soul of the beatnik culture.I understand that this kind of poetic writing is not for all, some people may like it and some may not, but i think it is worth it to give it a chance.I personally read it 3 times translated in my native language and i bought it now in english too, so i can finally enjoy it in its original form!

⭐This book is a long slog. There is not a lot of plot. It is like having someone describe to you just how fantastic their night out was over and over again . I was pleased to get to the end. However, having said that there are moments of pure brilliant poetic writing. Kerouac had real talent and it is a shame that he did not produce a brilliant American novel. There is a glimpse of an amazing writer in this long tedious book.

⭐Nearing the end of this book now, and in real time I can tell you I am finding it tedious and largely repetitive.Like other one-star reviewers here on Amazon, I am seeing through what is regarded as a cultural monolith. I ‘get’ its place in literature between the second world war and the sixties, placed squarely in the fifties where such self-serving and what many would deem ‘cool’ behaviour was still despised. The sixties opened the lid on free expression, which is what Kerouac was trying to pilot in this book.But I’m afraid a non-story of a bunch of man-children (term carefully chosen) dotting to and fro’ across the American continent between each others’ places of behavioural disfunction makes this book an empty vessel. The whole trope, including their behaviour en route; thieving, speeding, siring children for whom they have no intent in caring for, and generally having little concern for any others, apart from those of like mind, and unable even to properly respect the woman they crave and profess to adore, leaves a void in the story and in the reader.Occasionally Kerouac’s writing transcends and becomes attractive, but the introduction to this Penguin Modern Classics print explains its stream-of-consciousness birth out of Kerouac’s typewriter. It’s not a good model, this book does not suggest that such impetuous writing demonstrates true inspiration or gives rise to artistic achievement.For better male American writing I’d suggest Salinger, for one.

⭐I bought this following an article in a Spanish podcast by someone who wanted to go travelling like Jack Kerouac in On the Road. I read the reviews on the book and bought it.Although it took me some time to get through the book, it isn’t a page turner that you can’t put down, there are passages that evoke a time and place that the film The Last Picture Show brings to the world of cinematography. When Jack talks (raves) about a car that his friend has bought you just have to Google it to see what it looks like.The pages have some lovely character descriptions and the tales he tells of post war America highlight things that I wasn’t aware of and made interesting reading. Your mind imagines the places they stop and the people they meet. Jack Kerouac has a style all of his own….It is easy to see why this is classed as a Modern Classic.

⭐Almost impossible to pick a star-rating for this one. Hated it and was often bored by it at the same time as being seriously impressed and occasionally wowed. I am very glad that I’ve read it, it will stay with me, and it reached places other books haven’t reached.It’s impossible to like such selfish, amoral people, descending like locusts across America, free-loading off and laying waste the lives of their struggling, impoverished friends, relations and lovers as well as strangers and figures of authority, acquiring no insight or philosophy beyond a hunger for more in a search for “IT” that reminded me of similar futile journeys into self in the sixties.It’s hard to be interested in the repetitious succession of their exploits, described and thrown into the slipstream of whatever breakneck crossing of the continent we are now on. (Essential by the way to read this with an atlas at hand.)What seriously impressed me was the writing! Yes, Kerouac bashed a draft out on a continuous roll of paper in 3 weeks, but this was NOT a first draft. Yes, he undertook these mad road-trips, but he spent most of his life at home with his mother writing and fretting about writing. In her introduction, Ann Charters (who knew and worked with Kerouac) tells in some detail how he had been struggling, rewriting, researching other writers, debating with other writers for years to find the emotionally-charged way of catching the thing about ‘On the Road’ that he wanted. The 3-week draft was an experiment in style to try to catch this. Still plagued by doubt he produced further drafts after this one. The critic, Cowley, who championed him and finally got the book published suggested revisions that he adopted to make it more readable. Additional changes were made without Kerouac’s say-so by an in-house editor. What survives all the angst, and rewriting, and furious typing, and chopping, and cutting, and second thoughts is the emotionally-charged style he was after, and it is seriously impressive. The sense of the USA in all its vastness and variety is a first for this reader. Some of the descriptions of place, people and feeling are almost literally breathtaking.By the end I was sad, not disappointed. For the characters, for Kerouac (who died in his 40s from an abdominal haemorrhage brought on by alcohol), and for America, both then and since. Ann Charters says Kerouac envisioned “On the Road” as a quest novel like “Don Quixote” or “The Pilgrim’s Progress”. And yes, there is more awareness of futility here than meets the eye. The narrator Sal shows often that he knows that he and Dean Moriarty are destroying lives, getting nowhere, ruining their health, wasting their youth, even as he rushes headlong to do more of the same, hoping the American dream will be around the next corner… “the point being that we know what IT is and we know TIME and we know that everything is really FINE.”

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