On the Road-an alternative review - Rated 
I started reading this book after hearing for so many years what a great classic it was!
I got to page 60, mostly by determination rather than interest.
This book is absolute rubbish-it's an unrelenting and monotonously boring monologue of some guy who thinks that we would be interested in what he bought from the local shop, the conversation he had with the petrol station attendant, where and how he slept for the night, etc, etc, ad nauseam.
Bob Dylan says on the back and I quote:-"... this book will change your life". Other people eulogise over how it changed..."the face of a nation"
Well, if this is the book that helped shape America in the 50's, it's very easy to see why we have a lot to fear from Americans!
These people don't have the first idea what great literature is.
On the Road is a joke, a pretence toward great literature, and as such an insult to the intelligence of anyone who picks up this and thinks he/she is going to get a great read.
My copy is going in the waste bin where it belongs.
Overrated - Rated
I fail to understand why this book has got such wonderful reviews and why people rave about it- it is completly tedious to read- Keroac wrote it in 4 weeks and it shows!
An emptiness at the core - Rated 
On The Road wants so much to be a joyous affirmation, but it can't shake off the dread implicit in the title: that the journey is everything, that there is no meaningful destination. Add to that the fact that Moriarty is plainly mentally ill - borderline psychotic, perhaps - and it's hard for me to see how anyone can read this novel without a growing sense of profound sadness. There's something too of Prince Hal's rejection of Falstaff at the book's climax, a reference that Kerouac was too well-read not to have intended. The restlessness that drove these men to the road was not the largely benign curiousity of the hippies, rather it was an angry response to the post-war American consensus in which individuality was sacrificed to the common purpose of making the country great.
For all the talk of "kicks" (and it is mostly just talk), the business of crossing the American continent seems overwhelmingly exhausting, and as much as Kerouac rhapsodises he doesn't spare us the jags and come-downs, the grime and the sleeplessness, the smashed relationships and lost friendships. Moriarty is a bull in a china shop, wreaking havoc and justifying it with a solipsism too crass and crude to be called a philosophy. Sal Paradise shadows him with an almost creepy hero-worship, only to reject his mentor with a crushing inevitability. The cast of secondary characters gives the book its chorus, as they look on in varying degrees of complicity and/or disapproval, all of them knowing - and some of them saying - that the quest for this particular grail will surely end badly.
So a powerful and compelling novel, but not quite the book many people think. It's not difficult to imagine the impact it must have had on publication, embracing as it did the idea of a freedom hugely threatening to mainstream society. It's to Kerouac's great credit as a writer that his novel balances so many contradictions, that it acknowledges the dark shadow that stalks alongside its blissed-out protagonists.
Two American Wanderers - Rated 
Following its publication fifty years ago today (September 5, 1957), Kerouac's "On the Road" has become an American classic. The book will bear a variety of interpretations: different readers have found and will continue to find many ways or reading and understanding "On the Road." Some readers see the mad journeys of the characters in the book as a seeking, religious in character. Other readers, see the protagonists as out for "kicks", "gurls", and wild times. Some see Dean Moriarty as the hero of the book -- as the protagonist of a new way of life which became known as 'beat'. (The term "beatnik" is not used in "On the Road".) But it is also possible to read "On the Road" as a rejection of Dean Moriarty and the life he represents. I have read this book several times, and with each reading have got something new from it. It is a passionately written work with a tone of poetry, bop, and movement. Oddly, the book didn't impress me when I first read it as an adolescent many years ago, but it has become one of my favorite novels.
"On the Road" is an autobiographical novel. The two major characters are Dean Moriarty who is based on a figure named Neal Cassady (1926 -- 1968) and Sal Paradise, the first-person narrator who is based on Kerouac (1922 -- 1969) himself. (Some early readers believed that Moriarty was the Kerouac figure, resulting in a serious misunderstanding of the book.) The action of the story takes place between 1947 and 1950. When the novel opens the reader hears Paradise's/Kerouac's inimitable voice: "I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up. I had just gotten over a serious illness that I won't bother to talk about, except that it had something to do with the miserably weary split-up and my feeling that everything was dead." Moriarty was born in Salt Lake City and had spent much of his youth in pool halls, reform school, and in prison, from which he had escaped. He came to New York City with his 16 year old wife, Marylou and met Kerouac and his friends. In following Moriarty with his energy, restlessness, endless movement, and sexual libido, Paradise thinks he might find his way out of his sadness and purposelessness.
The book tells of the friendship between Paradise and Moriarty and of their many reckless journeys back and forth through the United States. Paradise first travels alone, by bus and by hitchiking, to catch up with Moriarty in Denver and in San Francisco. Throughout their trips, Moriarty looks for his elderly father who, as did his son, lived a life of vagrancy and criminality, and was thought to be wandering as a hobo or in jail. The two, in the company of others, travel back to the East coast, to New Orleans, to meet "Old Bull Lee" (William Burroughs -- the author of "The Naked Lunch"), to San Francisco and Denver again, through Chicago and Detroit, back to New York City, to the West coast, and to Mexico City, where Moriarty, for the second time in the book abandons Paradise who has become ill with disentery. In the final scenes of the book, the two wanderers have a reunion of sorts in New York City before Moriarty heads back to San Francisco to resume living with his second wife whom he has just divorced.
The book proceeds at a frenetic pace as Moriarty drives recklessly from coast to coast, usually in cars he has borrowed. The book shows the breadth of America as well as the questing of rootless, troubled individuals with no particular place to go. "Whee, Sal, we gotta go and never stop going till we get there," says Moriarty at one point. "Where we going man?" Sal asks. Moriarty responds, "I don't know but we gotta go."
Besides the broad, travel scenes, "On the Road", includes detailed descriptive passages of many individuated scenes -- jazz clubs in San Franciso and New York, seedy all-night theatres, small hotels and road side stands, cold water flats in New York, a brothel in Mexico, and much else. There are strong characterizations of several characters in addition to Moriarty and Paradise, including Moriarty's three wives, Burroughs, Allen Ginsberg, and Ed Dunkel and his wife Galatea -- who delivers a stunning rebuke late in the novel to Moriarty and his way of life. One of the finest extended passages in the book is the story in Part 1 of Paradise's brief affair with a young Mexican girl named Terry, which begins as the two are passengers on a bus to Los Angeles.
But the focus of this book is on Paradise and Moriarty and on how Moriarty changes Sal Paradise's life. Paradise is a writer who has just published his first novel. (Kerouac's first book, "The Town and the City".) Paradise is torn between the fast-paced, romantic, woman-filled life he sees in Moriarty and his own feelings for a more conventional, settled life with a purpose -- as represented in "On the Road" by the character of his aunt. Paradise admires Moriarty deeply for his energy and attempts to maximize experience and optimism, while he is also troubled by Moriarty's violence, criminality and irresponsibility and by his treatment of his three wives. Galatea Dunkel's lengthy tirade against Moriarty, which I mentioned above, seems to me one of the key passages of "On the Road."
After Moriarty abandons Sal in Mexico, Sal eventually makes his way back to New York City where he meets the woman who will become his second wife and makes what will prove to be an unsuccessful attempt at a domestic, settled life. Moriarty is sent packing alone into a cold night back to San Francisco. The book ends with an ambiguity in the relationship between Paradise and Moriarty which mirrors the ambiguity of the entire story and which is at the heart of the divergent interpretations of "On the Road." Many current readers are inclined, contrary to the way many of the book's earliest readers understood "On the Road" to see Kerouac as rejecting, in large part, the life of protagonists of "On the Road", rather than celebrating it. Much can be said for this reading. But Moriarty has a tight hold on Paradise, who gives him up, if he does so, only with difficulty. As the book concludes, Paradise writes: "... nobody knows what's going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old. I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty, the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty."
Robin Friedman
An absolute must but the only Kerouac you ever really need - Rated
After reading this I tried some other of Jack's books but they weren't even pale shadows. This is rich, evocative, beat generation, pulsing, vibrant prose. It's irreverant style and screw everyone attitude encapsulates that angry young disaffected youth who roamed the Amerikan dream between WWII and Flower Power. Beatniks were the original hippies. I remember a mid-sixties kid asking if I was a beatnik when I thought I was a hippy.
It's a travelogue zig-zagging across that post war world, populated by meandering amorals who are living the dream. Beat poet does Easy Rider in search of the real America! It's a story of world in transition that blossomed in that instance but could never sustain itself either before or since. The picture it paints is so vivid & graphic that it's become my abiding memory of those halcyon days, even though I wasn't there!
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