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A View from the Couch OTR has received some negative reviews lately, so I thought I would try to explain my rating. This novel deserves to lounge around in a five star hotel rather than languish in a lone star saloon. Disclaimer Please forgive my review. It is early morning and I have just woken up with Leggi tutto

I'm supposed to like On the Road , right? Well, I don't. I hate it and I always have. There are a lot of reasons why I hate it. I find Kerouac's attitude toward the world pathetically limited and paternalistic. In On the Road he actually muses about how much he wishes that he could have been born

I think this book, which launched Kerouac's career and gave him insta-fame, has to be seen as a product of its time. I found it a chore to read, a long dull boast about a series of road trips. It's populated by vacuous largely despicable alcoholics with zero impulse control and an unshakeable belief Leggi tutto

This book bored me to tears. I dreaded each time I had to read this. On The Road is a book about a man child young man named Sal who hitches rides across the country, giggling, having a string of meaningless relationships with characters that never reappear, and Sal worshipping his bestie, Dean, who Leggi tutto

I've been thinking about this book a lot lately, so I figured that I'd go back and write something about it. When I first read this book, I loved it as a piece of art, but its effect on me was different than I expected. So many people hail Kerouac as the artist who made them quit their jobs and go t Leggi tutto

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. I have read this at least two or three times and always feel a bit breathless and invigorated because of t Leggi tutto

A rolling stone gathers no moss… Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road. Roads weave into a tapestry of life… Roads interlace into a labyrinth… There is no end to them… One can’t reach a finish… One can only stop… Or to be stopped. A time to be born, and a time to die; a t Leggi tutto