PAHOA, HAWAII, United States
Anybody who came of age in the mid 20th Century (1945-1970) has read this book at least once back then... when they were young... and it resinated. Not so much because of the stuff Jack and his friends did and talked about... but just because they could... and did and wrote about it. What a relief to read a book about a guy hitchhiking... and staying up all night and talking on wine and speed and pot and working at any old job because nobody much cared about the future or their career or the clothes they wore. This was a revelation... because I felt this way too... mostly.
Not now... because Kerouac kept writing 'On the Road' over and over. All his subsequent books were more versions of this book... and no way as good.
I liked the narrator very much... and this is a great book to hear... listen too... better I believe than reading it... it's such a verbal tour.
I don't like to listen to any book in one sitting... 'On the Road' included... but it would be a trip.
'On the Road' is a book for the young. Listening to it now... in my sixties... I find faults without knowing why... but I love it still... mostly because it took me back... for another ride.
Yes... I laughed out loud listening to this book.
It seemed to be just a funny cop story... and then it wasn't... it was a quest to solve a mystery of the super-natural.
There was a visit to the River Thames gods & goddesses in their liars... which was interesting.
The narrator of this book is a rookie cop in London... and his story is told in the first person. The guy is really quite witty & full of himself... and plays a lot of his descriptions off as absurd... which can be very funny.
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