Menos mal que lo pillé de la biblioteca, me hubiera arrepentido mucho de invertir un sólo céntimo en este libro... lo mejor de él es cuando se acaba. Un pan sin sal.
For what it is it is worth the four stars. however if you are looking for prose, poetry, or actual sketches well wrong place. It is just some notebook ish.
A book of sketches is exactly what this is; sketches with words and feelings instead of lines and shades. Only Kerouac could accomplish this so gracefully. And you see these scenes in your head, FEEL them, much more acutely than if you were looking at an actual sketch. Nobody invokes such warmth, feeling, and wondering comfort like Jack Kerouac does. You read him to a beat that is his entirely. The things he wrote about are timeless and that is why he is remembered and his writings have endured. It doesn't matter if his roots are French-Canadian, Kerouac is, in my opinion, THE great American novelist.
B- The idea--publish Kerouac's sketches (his journal of dashed of writing that was often not complete). Sometimes, very interesting, but other times, you realize there are reasons all of this was not published.
Montreal night of suburban streetdiggings with oil cups, flares illuminating sandpiles, as Angel bends over. Gerald bends over, leering sadly in this night—
A great unequivocal dog Is all a wolf is
I am Mallarme's grandchild
The locomotive comes swimming thru the newsy city. In a deep cut, houses on both banks, full of living lights, talk of families in eventful kitchens. This is where I come riding my Maine white horse.
book of sketches, beautiful book full of avid and real life, real thought and real bane of consciousness, death and life, goodness and sickness, everything that is a part of this dear life and earth that we call ours and continually call it to be holy, saints, looking for saints and lilies in meadows unbeknownst to us or anybody, da gittin there real soon, love is the answer