Has anyone out there read and survived Jack Kerouac’s On the Road?
I ask this because I am currently thirty-five pages in to the book and I feel like I’m reading an eighteen year old boy’s badly written travel blog.
Does it get better? Does it get to be more interesting than I travelled here with these people and got drunk? I slept on this guy’s sofa and then got drunk?
I’m all good for getting into another person’s shoes, especially since this is meant to be based on his real life road trip experiences back in the late 1940s. It’d be nice to know that there’s going to be some interesting observations tucked away amongst all the other ‘young men getting drunk & travelling places’ prose, however.
Come out all you Kerouac fans and tell me why I should keep on going.