Jack Kerouac would have turned 100 on March 17. A 2014 conversation about the writer with his literary executor, the late John Sampas.
You can go home again, daddy-o, but you’re not the same person you were the first time around.
It’s Shakespeare in Lowell –the stage piled with ghostly corpses, the heroes all dead, the young bard in mourning.
The Unknown Kerouac is good for the advancement of Kerouac scholarship, but the book hardly justifies, for the average reader, its price and size.
The hope is that general readers and scholars will realize a more rounded comprehension of Jack Kerouac.
Reading this book is like listening to a lively conversation from a self-proclaimed Kerouac authority giving his opinions over a café con leche late at night at Cafe Pamplona in Harvard Square.
“The Haunted Life” is little more than an example of the staggering amount of work it takes for a writer to find his voice, a testament to the years of toil Kerouac put in before forging a style all his own.
Hilary Holladay’s biography of Herbert Huncke provides valuable insight into a person and world that were begging to be explored.
Jack Kerouac once said that “On the Road” “was really a story about 2 Catholic buddies roaming the country in search of God,” but the spiritual element of his journey is completely lacking in the film.
Paradise Road: Jack Kerouac’s Lost Highway and My Search for America by Jay Atkinson, Wiley and Sons, 250 pages, $25.95 Reviewed By Nancye Tuttle I’m ready to pack my bag and hit the road. But it isn’t Jack Kerouac’s iconic 1957 novel On the Road that’s fueling my wanderlust. It’s Jay Atkinson’s compelling, new memoir […]