“A Slightly Embarrassing Love for Jack Kerouac….”

Great piece in the New Yorker by  about her love for Jack Kerouac…

Money quote:

“I love “On the Road,” despite knowing very well that it’s a fantastical and likely toxic account, blind to both engines of privilege and the sacrifices inherent to endless meandering. Any ongoing affinity for the book is a way of signalling to the world that you are still enthralled by juvenile and illusory notions of freedom.

“Yet I’m nonetheless cowed by the rhythm and the elegance of Kerouac’s prose, how he taps into the wild energy of adolescent wanting.”

Read the whole thing!

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