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I'm probably going to end up writing a paper on the book in the next week, so maybe I'll post a little more as I get going on that.
I could rattle on for hours about James Ellroy's style, though he's hardly what you'd call 'of the Canon'. As for 'the Canon', I have been re-reading the 'classics' ever since I got my teaching qualification. I have to say, the first read of the likes of Tolstoy, Turgenev, Hardy, Dickens, Shakespeare et al provided plentiful 'eureka' moments. I rarely get that now, although I've started my fifth re-read of David Copperfield and it's making me feel all cosy and happy, rather than stimulated enough for a debate...
I read On the Road for the first time as a study abroad student (as well as The Subterraneans and The Dharma Bums), so the feelings of angst, loneliness, magic, and grandeur were impeccably timed. Are you at any special point where it means something significant?
Not particularly. There's just something about his language and the way the prose flows that captivates me. The occasional line really resonates on a personal level, but that usually happens to me with any book I'm reading. Hmm... let's see if I can go back through my 70 dogeared pages and find an example or two... Nah, can't find any on a quick skim-through, and I'm supposed to be working on this paper so I can't spend a lot of time looking right now. Sorry.
as well as Vesuvios and Cafe Trieste!
I wouldn't have gotten it at all if I hadn't sat through a lecture on Beat literature two days before. ;)
I've never been, though I'm in the area a good part of the year. Mebbe next time I have a free day or two I'll make the effort.
And second also to City Lights. Spent a long afternoon there last month.
But then you start reading deeper into Kerouac's work and you discover that despite all his life-affirming, free-spiritedness, he was a wretched and sad person. As I get older, this paradox in his life and work is what keeps me coming back to him.
Perhaps nothing exemplifies this better than the footage of Jack drunk, slurring, and passing out on TV - you can see this in the documentary, What Happened to Kerouac?
I went to City Lights last year. Great little place. I also managed to make a trip to Vegas to seeing the touring On the Road scroll at a local library there. I highly recommend seeing that!
On the Road really hooked me in that I was desperate for escape when I read it for the first (and second) time, but I'm definitely entranced by the darkness that underlies even the idealism of that particular novel.
That he holds onto such wonder while struggling face-to-sidewalk with issues of faith, psychology, interpersonal relationships, substance (ab)use, and general disappointment absolutely entrances me.
"Kerouac . . . sucks."
The Bell Jar is excellent. If you like "delicious" English prose, you must return to those days of yesteryear when the English novels and epistolary novels were written, e.g.,
Pride and Prejudice
Sense and Sensibility
Gulliver's traqvels and absolutely anything you can find published from 1500-1780.
The language flows and actually demands a sensuous caressing of the midn's palate.