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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

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 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

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

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

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