On the Road by Jack Kerouac

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Three years ago, I had never heard of Jack Kerouac. (I know. That’s crazy talk for most literary enthusiasts). But as soon as I started the LOST Book Club challenge and I was checking my list often, searching libraries, bookstores and Amazon for where I could get all these titles, I became familiar enough with him to recognize when I heard his name. For instance, a casual reference occurred in my favorite TV show, Parenthood. Sarah is dating Mark, a high school English teacher and she mentions to him that someday she would like to visit a bar in Morocco where Jack Kerouac spent time writing On the Road. And because Mark loves her, he looks up more info on Kerouac to further their witty dialogue. (I loved them together. But she dropped him for Hank, a character played by Ray Romano.) Can’t tell you how much I love Raymond, but Hank, not so much…. I was so sad….

Anyway, Jack Kerouac is known as the founder/father/hero of the Beat generation; young people in the 1940’s that liked to do their thing expressing themselves, running around and living life counter-culturally. They were kind of like the hippies in the sixties, except when I think of hippies I think of a movement that had deliberate political or non-political motivations, and an ideology for social change. With the Beat generation, it appears it was really only about living life out loud, experiencing pleasure, accepting everyone and having a heart full of compassion. All of this sounds wonderful until you realize that all that living life for pleasure can get you in a lot of trouble, and bring a lot of sadness. You see that in On the Road.

The book is an autobiographical account of the years that Kerouac spent traveling back and forth across America with his friend Neal Cassady and a few other Beat generation populars. Their true names were changed before the book was published.  Kerouac’s character is Sal Paradise and his best friend Neal becomes Dean Moriarty. It is Dean’s descent into sadness and madness that shows us that the “Beat” life is not all that fulfilling. They had a great time, some of the time, but all they did was drink, drink and drink. Then smoked some pot, found some girls and drank some more. REALLY. I get the whole adventure theme…and I love it, and I really could see compassion and tenderness in Kerouac’s character, but the drinking was beyond ridiculous. And that is so sad because that is the very thing that ended Kerouac’s life and likely, all the partying is what ended Cassady’s life as well.

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I love this picture of Jack Kerouac because it looks so much like a photo I have of my Paw Paw when he was in the Navy in the 1940’s.

There are moments in the book when Kerouac is overwhelmed with the beauty he finds in America. When he’s not drowning himself in alcohol he finds such joy and passion in the people and places that surround him. My favorite line is the book was this:
“The sun goes down long and red. All the magic names of the valley unrolled-Manteca, Madera, all the rest. Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgundy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries. I stuck my head out the window and took deep breaths of the fragrant air. It was the most beautiful of all moments.”

(That’s one of those things you read sometimes and you say, “Dang, I wish I wrote that.”)

LOST Connection

On the Road doesn’t show up on LOST, nor is it mentioned. I think the reason that it’s on the reading list is because the character Ben Linus uses “Dean Moriarty” as an alias when he’s traveling, (the world or Time). Ben is a super bad dude for a long time. He was absolutely the most interesting character on the show AND he was a reader. Who knows, he probably had a copy of On the Road on his bookshelf in his island cottage along side Ulysses, Carrie, VALIS and The Brothers Karamazov.

I want an island cottage…. and a road trip. And I’d love to hear about any memorable road trips that you’ve taken.

9 thoughts on “On the Road by Jack Kerouac

    • It won’t take you any time. I think you’ll like it if you’re ok with no plot, you’re just riding along with them. It certainly makes you appreciate everyday comforts like food and a place to sleep.:)

  1. You read this much faster than me! I am still stuck in Part Two. I like it, I do, but it just seems to drag, mainly in the places where the alcohol is abundant.
    I think part of that is because Kerouac’s target audience is young adult males.
    I don’t know, maybe I will change my mind once I’ve actually finished it. (:

    • Yeah, the drinking was crazy. It makes you wonder how he remembered anything. But beyond all that, I think he did a great job revealing his thoughts and sensitivities. I was in misery with him when he was hungry or lonely or mad at Dean.

      • so I finally finished “On The Road” about a month ago. my final thoughts: parts of it were hard to read–and by that I mean they were simply uninteresting to me. Those parts tended to be the parts when they were feeling particularly despondent. My favorite parts were a few very well-written paragraphs and one-liners, along with the growth of Sal. All in all, it is a book with literary merit, and I can see why it is considered a classic, but I still hold that I’m not the target audience. (:

  2. Yikes–I’m not sure I’ve heard of Jack Kerouac either. Maybe vaguely? Maybe not. ha.

    An island cottage–sounds delightful but not in my near future anyway. Road trips–those I do love. I have daughters who live south of me so we keep the roads hot visiting them. Also love road trips that take me to the beach, any beach!

  3. Blargh. My sister loves Kerouac and while I appreciate him for his literary contributions and I understand the importance of his work (especially his influence on later writers) I am not personally a fan. On the Road was just kind of ‘meh’ for me.

  4. My favorite part: “I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was–I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange sounds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the west of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon.”

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