Book Finds and Good Reads

  If On the Road was Jack Kerouac’s ecstatic hymn to youth, movement, and rebellion, then The Dharma Bums is its quieter, more contemplative sibling. Published in 1958, just a year after On the Road transformed Kerouac into a reluctant icon, The Dharma Bums trades the open highway for the high trails, the jazz-inflected chaos of cities for the peace of mountaintops.

How vital it is, for some of us, to encounter On the Road not as the edited novel the world came to know, but in its raw, unbroken form, in its legendary scroll, typewritten by Jack Kerouac on a continuous, 120-foot roll of tracing paper, sheets cut and taped together by hand to form a literal and figurative road. Composed in a fevered, three-week burst of creative energy in April 1951, the scroll stands as a pure artifact of Kerouac’s “spontaneous prose,” a manifesto of movement and momentum, uninterrupted by paragraph breaks, unfiltered by convention, and brimming with the restless urgency that defined a generation.

Satori in Paris was a short autobiographical book (about a bit over 100 pages) by Jack Kerouac in which he describes as about: