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3.21 AVERAGE
3.21 AVERAGE
emotional
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Hezká knížka s melancholickým nádechem.
What goes on (and what goes on inside your head) when you try to find your roots while traveling to France. And maybe try to find yourself as well. Short chapters, long sentences, interesting language.
Easy reading by Kerouac's standards but gives the distinct impression it was bashed out without much interest on his part. It was towards the end of his life though, I believe, so perhaps it's an achievement that he managed to get it written at all. I'd just finished reading the biography Memory Babe when I started this, which may account for the gloomy despondence Satori in Paris left me with. It's the most amusing of his books that I've read, however.
slow-paced
meh. no sartori occurs. just a bunch of drunken sexcapades translated into stream of consciousness. "look at me, i'm aloof and cool"
adventurous
funny
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Letto la prima volta a novembre 2021 mentre ero a Parigi da sola, riletto stasera a casa da sola a causa di crampetti allo stomaco e nostalgia.
Un racconto ubriaco e spassoso. Non quello che ti aspetti, poco ma sicuro.
Un racconto ubriaco e spassoso. Non quello che ti aspetti, poco ma sicuro.
adventurous
lighthearted
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Beyond On the Road, I never liked any of Kerouac's stuff. A lot of it reads like stream of consciousness and fragments. This book never really went anywhere, and I didn't find his adventures in Paris of any interest.
I kept thinking of Henry Miller and Colossus of Maroussi when I was reading this book. Miller's book was on Greece and the Balkans while this one was on Paris and France. Miller and Kerouac admired each other and exchanged a number of letters; while I don't think they ever met I'm sure they would've hit it off. Kerouac is a kick and I can admire the lifestyle he led but it had a price. Much of this little novelette is about his search for his origins in Bretton and his Kerouac ancestors. But his stream of consciousness writing takes you all over the place and one can only wonder at the works Kerouac would have produced had he stuck around a little longer.