By Jack Kerouac
This book was pretty great. I wasn’t sure what to expect going into it, and I got exactly what I expected.
The fractious friendships and travelings of a youngish fifties Beatster. A life so much more open to interpretation and freedom than the one presented to me today. It didn’t change my life or anything like that, but it was a great read and really made me appreciate how quickly social norms can just evaporate and be replaced. The idea of hitchiking today is pretty much taboo but thirty, forty, fifty years ago it was a more than viable option. It felt oftentimes that nothing was happening or that the story was repeating itself in a different location, and it lacked any kind of conclusive ending, but I still liked it. It was the book that sparked the most conversation with people who saw me reading it… thirty year old men who read it in college and wanted to expound on its profundities with me.
I’m not a big profundity expounder, really.
