On the Road by Jack Kerouac Summary and Reviews
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Book Reviews of On the Road
Book Review: "I dig you, man!"
Summary: 5 Stars
Certainly one of the best books I have and probably will ever read. Nothing will please me more than continually revisiting the mad happy adventures of Dean Moriarty and Sal Paradise and their maniac friends. Kerouac is one of the most gifted writers to ever grace American soil and deserves his place in American literature. No one else captures the beautiful insanity of the beat generation as well as he does. I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves the pure joy of reading. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"Book Review: "ON THE ROAD", LIBRO EMOTIVO
Summary: 4 Stars
Hace años he leído este libro, ahora lo he vuelto a reeler; tengo que decir que me sigue emocionando.Book Review: "On The Road" isn't a book, but a dream made into a reality.
Summary: 5 Stars
The reality of it is this: Being care-free and having the actuall guts to go for it is something we all wish we had. Sal and Dean are two guys that live life to the fullest and give a perfect example of what "the good life is." Material possesions aren't everything, but being free-spirited and experiancing adventure after adventure is. This book represents a dream that everyone of us have deep down inside. The dream to be truely free and adventuris. This book deserves 100 stars instead of only five.Book Review: "On the Road" is in a ditch
Summary: 2 Stars
This book is about a man in the 50s named Sal who is a writer who wants to find himself in the west, make a new life. He is part of the beat generation, a group of writers who didnt want to do what their parrents did and want them to do. Sal is Jack Kerouac in real life. In the book, Sal meets a person named Dean Moriarty, who is Neal Cassidy, and Dean appeals to Sal because he was a young, energetic person with all sorts of interesting things running through his mind. He still has a lot to experience and he is also from the west. The east represents what their perrents want them to do and the west is a new life, a new experience, doing things their own way. In the book Dean is a failure because he cant stick to one thing. He cant stick with one wife, he cant choose where to live, he doesnt know where to go. He's got a lot of things to figure out. There are a lot of parts in the book where everything drags on and you just cant seem to finish a page. the ending isnt very strong, just like this review.Book Review: "Wild Goat Cries to the Moon"
Summary: 5 Stars
Kerouac wrote this poem in less than a month, sweating profusely in a dish of hot angst as he beat his typewriter with finger fever. I couldn't comprehend the skill nor discipline needed to do such a thing and I was beside myself, literally.I read "On the Road" with a miasma of nostalgia sweeping over me every time I met up with Dean. Before days, I may have been comparable to Dean's exuberant drinking of life, but before days changed soon enough. So I relished the thought that I could have somehow, even as a percentage of a fraction, end up like Dean, experiencing this mad world with my lips to its udder. Now, Sal reminds me of me: the quiet guy who strains to hear each note (played or not) of every single instrument that life plucks and blows. (Though, Dean's been popping up, riling to go, every now and again.)
I apologize if I seem to being going on a tangent, but for each person out there, there's a book somewhere that speaks to them, for whatever reason, more than anything else they could have ever encountered, and this seems to be mine.
But to the book.
The book, O! the book is a slide into the mouth of what dreams are made of. And essentially, this is why Sal goes on the road, meeting up with old cats that banged the clackers of streets along the way, for the universal search for something greater, something that awaited at the end of the road. It's not Gatsby's American dream, but the crazy dream of life, the dream that makes you want to "Howl" as it made Allen Ginsberg, and keeps you crawling out of your skin for whatever is next. You don't care what it is, as long as it is IT.
Jazz, freaks, drugs, places and women, so many women piled up to the moon. You look at the moon and its round, never ending, and you realize, you're standing in the middle of this mad world, and you look down at your feet and hope they take you EVERYWHERE.