Post by Sprague Dawley on Oct 28, 2024 1:38:36 GMT
On The Road (1957)
5/10
I'm sorry, hipster hepcat beatsters, but your bible is a piece of shit.
Gave up on this hallowed tome halfway the fuck through.
Your hero "Dean Moriarty" is a one-dimensional poser shithead who can't be trusted around money or girls or any thing or any one.
In fact all the "characters" in this book are one dimensional nothings. This Kerouac superstar novelist can't write for shit. The book just rambles along like a little girls diary. Shit prose is shit.
Given the amount of wank surrounding this book I was expecting a lot better. Of its time perhaps. In 1957 this must have blown the minds of a disillusioned generation of young postwar men. "Oh, I'm going to change my name by deed poll to 'Montana Slim' and ride the boxcars with no purpose and live a wild and crazy hepcat life. Money? My aunty will send me money so I can maintain my hipster beatcat way of life riding the rails and nailing broads and having deep, deep hepcat all-night conversations with my fellow disaffected generationers".
Wankers. I think I like the squares better. At least you can trust them not to be lying flakes and their shirts aren't full of shit.
tl/dr perhaps this book is best read as a young man
5/10
I'm sorry, hipster hepcat beatsters, but your bible is a piece of shit.
Gave up on this hallowed tome halfway the fuck through.
Your hero "Dean Moriarty" is a one-dimensional poser shithead who can't be trusted around money or girls or any thing or any one.
In fact all the "characters" in this book are one dimensional nothings. This Kerouac superstar novelist can't write for shit. The book just rambles along like a little girls diary. Shit prose is shit.
Given the amount of wank surrounding this book I was expecting a lot better. Of its time perhaps. In 1957 this must have blown the minds of a disillusioned generation of young postwar men. "Oh, I'm going to change my name by deed poll to 'Montana Slim' and ride the boxcars with no purpose and live a wild and crazy hepcat life. Money? My aunty will send me money so I can maintain my hipster beatcat way of life riding the rails and nailing broads and having deep, deep hepcat all-night conversations with my fellow disaffected generationers".
Wankers. I think I like the squares better. At least you can trust them not to be lying flakes and their shirts aren't full of shit.
tl/dr perhaps this book is best read as a young man