A review by theuncultured
Tristessa by Jack Kerouac, Aram Saroyan

4.0

Tristessa is my ego in the Mexican land. Her beautiful drugged existence along with her achingly beautiful soul and shameful Spanish vocabulary (see, "chinga", please don't look it up), is everything I think of myself every single time I find the road to normalcy. And to be honest, I'd rather be her than define normalcy in its faintest terms. Pick it up if you're not afraid of farm animals living with you in iconic Christian flats and a mind-contracting text of spontaneous prose. Thank you, Jack Kerouac, for your word vomit, it's always a pleasure.