"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved,
desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing,
but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
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About The Fanlistings
What's a fanlisting? Simply enough, a fanlisting is a website that lists fans of a certain subject. There is a fanlisting for anything you can think of, and they are listed by categories, such as Albums, Movies, and Places. Check out TFL for more.
About Jack Kerouac
Born: March 12, 1922, Lowell, MA
Birth Name: Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac
Died: October 21, 1969, St. Petersburg, FL.
He is considered a literary iconoclast and, alongside William S. Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, a pioneer of the Beat Generation. Kerouac is recognized for his method of spontaneous prose. Thematically, his work covers topics such as Catholic spirituality, jazz, promiscuity, Buddhism, drugs, poverty, and travel. He became an underground celebrity and, with other beats, a progenitor of the hippie movement, although he remained antagonistic toward some of its politically radical elements.
About "On the Road"
In the winter of 1947, the reckless and joyous Dean Moriarty, fresh out of another stint in jail and newly married, comes to New York City and meets Sal Paradise, a young writer with an intellectual group of friends, among them the poet Carlo Marx. Dean fascinates Sal, and their friendship begins three years of restless journeys back and forth across the country. With a combination of bus rides and adventurous hitchhiking escapades, Sal goes to his much-dreamed-of west to join Dean and more friends in Denver, and then continues west by himself, working as a fieldworker in California for awhile, among other things. The next year, Dean comes east to Sal again, foiling Sal's stable life once more, and they drive west together, with more crazy adventures on the way at Bull Lee's in New Orleans, ending in San Francisco this time. The winter after that, Sal goes to Dean, and they blaze across the country together in friendly fashion, and Dean settles in New York for awhile. In the spring, Sal goes to Denver alone, but Dean soon joins him and they go south all the way to Mexico City this time. Through all of this constant movement, there is an array of colorful characters, shifting landscapes, dramas, and personal development. Dean, a big womanizer, will have three wives and four children in the course of these three years. Perceptive Sal, who at the beginning is weakened and depressed, gains in joy and confidence and finds love at the end. At first Sal is intrigued by Dean because Dean seems to have the active, impulsive passion that Sal lacks, but they turn out to have a lot more in common. The story is in the details.
Reviews of "On the Road"
"On the Road" is the second novel by Jack Kerouac, and its publication is a historic occasion in so far as the exposure of an authentic work of art is of any great moment in an age in which the attention is fragmented and the sensibilities are blunted by the superlatives of fashion (multiplied a millionfold by the speed and pound of communications). This book requires exegesis and a detailing of background. It is possible that it will be condescended to by, or make uneasy, the neo-academicians and the "official" avant-garde critics, and that it will be dealt with superficially elsewhere as merely "absorbing" or "intriguing" or "picaresque" or any of a dozen convenient banalities, not excluding "off beat." But the fact is that "On the Road" is the most beautifully executed, the clearest and the most important utterance yet made by the generation Kerouac himself named years ago as "beat," and whose principal avatar he is. New York Times, September 5, 1957.
Jack Kerouac's second novel, On the Road, concerns the adventures of the narrator, Sal Paradise, a war veteran who is studying on the G.I. bill and writing a book between drinks, and his younger friend, Dean Moriarty late of reform school. Neither of these boys can sit still. They race back and forth from New York to San Francisco, they charge from one party to another, they tour jazz joints, and Dean complicates the pattern by continually getting married. At odd moments they devote a little thought to finding Dean's father, a confirmed drunk who is presumably bumming around somewhere west of the Mississippi. Dean is the more important character. Mr. Kerouac makes considerable play with his disorderly childhood, his hitch in the reform school, and his rootlessness, but his activities seem less a search for stability than a determined pursuit of euphoria. Dope, liquor, girls, jazz, and fast cars, in that order, are Dean's ladder to nirvana, and so much time is spent on them that it is hard to keep track of any larger pattern behind all the scuttling about. Atlantic Monthly, October 1957.
The elegant, stream of consciousness prose that eventually poured out of him during those three weeks were his reward for those years of literary struggle, and On The Road was the novel that Kerouac always knew he had to write. On The Road is strongly autobiographical, and my edition had an excellent introduction that explained who all the characters were meant to be. The Ooh Tray, February 6, 2011
Why I Love "On the Road"
This paragraph is what allowed me to adopt the fanlisting, and I think it's fitting if I put it here. I originally wrote it for my first seminar for my MFA in Writing program.
The book I chose is "On the Road" by Jack Kerouac. The reason I chose it is because I am a student of history, and I love the idea of freedom in a world that was ruled by fear. It takes place during post-World War II America. We've defeated the Nazis and life is good because our boys are back, babies are being born, and consumerism is on the rise. But that whole era took on an ugly mask of fear in the form of the Cold War. Conformism is a huge descriptor of that time period. I first read the book in high school, and to my small town mind, it was everything I ever wanted out of life. I wanted to crisscross the States, living by the seat of my pants without any responsibilities, experimenting with sex, drugs and jazz music. But in my heart of hearts I knew that would never happen, but I could always relive that within the pages of the book, inside Kerouac's words. It freed me as a writer. I write for the psychological release it gives me. I wish I had some lofty reason why I write. I don't. I write simply because I have to. It's human nature to eat, sleep, breathe. My human nature is to write. That's what Kerouac did. Getting it all out, even if it doesn't make sense at first. That's what I want to do.