A review by candecast
Satori In Paris by Jack Kerouac

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.