On The Road¶
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Reading Jack Kerouac’s On the Road took me ages. I don’t really know why because it was an enjoyable read and well written. But somehow I started reading it on and off with other things interfering all the time. Probably not the best way to enjoy a book.
What can I say? It’s probably one way of American Dreaming. Restlessly going through a vast country, pursuing happiness of some kind. Following a gross unsympathetic maniac. Or so.
Perhaps I am living in the wrong time, but I didn’t find the book as groundbreaking as the cover blurbs and the introduction made me believe it is.
Bookmark: 24-08-2001 railway journey London to Maidstone.
