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On the Road
by Jack Kerouac
You’ve got all the wild rebel stuff—drinking, smoking, stealing, driving fast, tea, philandering, jazz, partying, hoo-hah, wahoo, being a jerk, casual misogyny, less-casual racism, absentee dads, and an undoubtedly burning STD test for good measure. The prose in On the Road isn’t half-bad (in fact, it’s quite good at times) but there’s no plot—and that’s the point. It’s a countercultural novel that used to feel subversive, but now it’s the normative lifestyle brand of Burning Man influencers for an audience of lobotomized onlookers.
It reads like it’s meant for a white, middle-class male crowd in the post war era and likely doesn’t do much for anyone in the contemporary period, who in any case are so far removed from this point in time it is a futile cosplay of a bygone time. Sure, it captures the spirit of rebellion, but it’s tough to see much payoff, especially given the political & social climate in America today.
RIP Jack Kerouac you would have loved ketamine & house music
It reads like it’s meant for a white, middle-class male crowd in the post war era and likely doesn’t do much for anyone in the contemporary period, who in any case are so far removed from this point in time it is a futile cosplay of a bygone time. Sure, it captures the spirit of rebellion, but it’s tough to see much payoff, especially given the political & social climate in America today.
RIP Jack Kerouac you would have loved ketamine & house music