Rating: 
Summary: the truth, at last
Review: Were it not for this book I would have entirely scartched Kerouac off my list of folks worth reading. A perfect antidote to "on the Road," which in and of itself is not a bad book, but the subsequent novels spewed forth from the beat machine serve only to immortalize these annoying figures, and make me ill."Big Sur" has the Kerouac hero buying a train ticket instead of hitch-hiking, and suffering from tremedous alcoholic delusions, while Neal Cassidy is fresh out of prision and even more insane (and inane.) At last the legendary hipsters are show for the human beings they were rather than gods to the late night bad-poetry eating coffee house crawlers. Enjoy.
Rating: 
Summary: Felt it in my soul
Review: While I'm a fan of virtually any beat writers' works, I'm partial to books by Jack Kerouac. This one is the one that touched my soul the most. Worn down by alcohol and drugs, he bounces in and out of sanity, and everything he writes comes from the truest, rawest part of his pain. After reading this I took a roadtrip to Big Sur and even stopped in his old hangout, Nepenthe. I bought a journal there and started writing like mad. Thanks for the inspiration, Jack!
Rating:
Summary: Felt it in my soul
Review: While I'm a fan of virtually any beat writers' works, I'm partial to books by Jack Kerouac. This one is the one that touched my soul the most. Worn down by alcohol and drugs, he bounces in and out of sanity, and everything he writes comes from the truest, rawest part of his pain. After reading this I took a roadtrip to Big Sur and even stopped in his old hangout, Nepenthe. I bought a journal there and started writing like mad. Thanks for the inspiration, Jack!
| 
