Tag Archives: Kerouac

Reading paced along with Dean’s rush cross country, and we end up in Mexico, and with a clearer view of Dean although I still don’t feel my perception of Sal Paradise is complete. Sal does find love back in the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Obviously the theme here is the road unraveling before them, offering directions, paths, choices, blah, blah, blah. And here is one of the damned few references to Sal Paradise’s purpose of taking this physical road trip: I took up a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

A couple things I’m noticing with Kerouac:  If I go to copy and type out an excerpt I cannot remember the short grouping of words accurately, and find myself "rewriting" what he’s written.  Odd, because in all the posts of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m still slogging my way through this, wondering why in hell these guys are doing such dumb things, then I remember. I do of course remember this prelude to my own youth, but these yearnings for a better world in … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m going to try this again because as I read on, I find a very complex system unfolding and if typepad swallows this entry, I’m making a backup this time. Metafiction, a writer writing about a writer.  Memoir, usually truth … Continue reading → Continue reading →

There’s something to be said about Kerouac’s prose, it’s concise and sparse but when he allows it to happen, it’s nice stuff: In the empty Huston streets of four o’clock in the morning a motorcycle kid suddenly roared through, all … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I’m not overwhelmed by the prose, and what Kerouac is journaling (I understand it’s based upon his own experiences) about really may have lost some of its impact through the decades of change that apparently this novel helped get started. … Continue reading → Continue reading →

So our narrator Sal, curious and bit jealous of the closeness between his friends Dean and Carlos, listens in on one of their special late night meetings of the minds: They started in again. ‘When you borrowed that nickel to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I keep waiting for something to grab me in my reading, but seem instead to be just bopping along the road with Kerouac’s Sal Paradise.  The truck ride was fun, and I saw some depth developing to the characters: Meanwhile … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Perhaps because it is based upon his own experiences, Kerouac has a very heartening way of presenting his narrator, Sal Paradise, that makes you both cheer for him and sigh in sympathy for the very realness of his nature: My … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Kerouac is clearly conversational in this novel.  While I haven’t read much of it lately (I’m busy being Susie-Producer), I found myself falling right into the story despite it being told by a stranger who I’ve not yet come to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Goodness me, it was such fun to walk up to the new bookcases and crank my neck to read the titles (in alphabetical order by author) and browse for my next selection.  I’ve been curious about Kerouac, and decided to … Continue reading → Continue reading →