I am tremendously underwhelmed..... How has this novel been lauded so highly? Did we read the same novel? Was this one of those novels that got huge when many readers utilized one sort of substance or another?

I felt like there was zero editing done, and it was mostly just random rambling that skipped around a lot. The coastal tripping was more like a few short stories that were jammed together into one long-winded rambling of a weirdly narcissistic gypsy hobo and the way he judges everything and treats people like crap.

At the end of the day, I don't get the hype. It's not hate, but it's not more than ok.

2 stars for me.

DUDE ON THE ROAD SHITS PANTS IN MEXICO

A rolling stone gathers no moss…

Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.

Roads weave into a tapestry of life… Roads interlace into a labyrinth… There is no end to them… One can’t reach a finish… One can only stop… Or to be stopped.

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted…

There is a time to sow wild oats and a time to reap what was sown…

…there was nothing behind me any more, all my bridges were gone and I didn’t give a damn about anything at all.

Every young generation has their own locus of romance and high hopes. And every new generation has its own roads to travel.