Big Sur

This book changed my life...it's one of Kerouac's less read works but gives more insight into Kerouac the man more than any of his other books IMHO.

I made the mistake of reading this after Dharma Bums. If you can, I suggest reading his books in order. At this point Kerouac is at the end of his hitchhiking days and is heading into depression. it's a tough read( kinda sad at some points) Still, it has it's place in the Delouz Legend collection

A very sad book taking place in one of America's most beautiful settings.

Ok, so I jumped the gun on this one. Turns out amidst the delirium fanfare there are in fact shining jewels of unquestionable, immovable truth gleaming beneath a centuries worth of silt somewhere along the jagged silhouette of a forgotten California basin. Big Sur began with a dumped ego, bereft of its own ability to inflate but still contained to the body of one Jack Kerouac so let's...more

Ok, so I jumped the gun on this one. Turns out amidst the delirium fanfare there are in fact shining jewels of unquestionable, immovable truth gleaming beneath a centuries worth of silt somewhere along the jagged silhouette of a forgotten California basin. Big Sur began with a dumped ego, bereft of its own ability to inflate but still contained to the body of one Jack Kerouac so let's face it... still unable to elevate it's sublimations to anything other than apologetic toxic binges as its only penance. But all is not as it seems because somewhere in that unraveling ball of disingenuous organs is a conscious effort to seek truth and perhaps yes, even life. The book opens with the author standing on the precipice of realization, somewhere in a dive bar probably drunk of his ass mid shamble. Jack Kerouac is caught in the rank embrace of fame, more over she’s dug her nails in. As the story unfolds it becomes apparent that it is an undeserving fame that barbs his sensibilities causing him an unceasing fuel to satisfy his masochistic drinking tendencies. (to be continued)   hide