Jack Kerouac was born in Massachusetts in 1922 and died in Florida in 1969. His book On the Road, is considered the manifesto of the beat generation. Written with unfed prose, as Kerouac himself told. Many artists have been inspired to compose this style as Bob Dylan, and has influenced film styles as the Road Movie (Easy Rider, Thelma and Louise...) On the Road, describes the journey of a young man who crosses the U.S. in the company, and their relationship with those who are. Kerouac himself had made the trip that describes, among many others, so the cities and places that are not described invention, at least all but memories.
Carlo and I went through rickety streets in the Denver night. The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream. We came to the rooming house where Dean haggled with* Camille. It was an old red-brick building surrounded by wooden garages and old trees that stuck up from behind fences. We went up carpeted stairs.
.../...
We hit all the dull bars in the French Quarter with Old Bull and went back home at midnight. That night Marylou took everything in the books; she took tea, goofballs, benny, liquor, and even asked Old Bull for a shot of M, which of course he didn’t give her; he did give her a martini. She was so saturated with elements of all kinds that she came to a standstill and stood goofy on the porch with me. It was a wonderful porch Bull had. It ran clear around the house; by moonlight with the willows it looked like an old Southern mansion that had seen better days. In the house Jane sat reading the want ads in the living room; Bull was in the bathroom taking his fix, clutching his old black necktie in his teeth for a tourniquet and jabbing with the needle into his woesome arm with the thousand holes; Ed Dunkel was sprawled out with Galatea in the massive master bed that Old Bull and Jane never used; Dean was rolling tea; and Marylou and I imitated Southern aristocracy.
Jack kerouac.
