ON THE ROAD

"I thought you was a nice college boy!"
"Oh,I'm a college boy",I assured her.The bus arrived in Hollywood.In the grey dirty town,like the dawn when Joel McCrea met Veronica Lake in a dinner,in the picture Sullivan's Travels,she slept in my lap.I looked greedily out the window : stucco house and palms and drive-ins,the whole mad thing,the ragged promised land,the fantastic end of America.
On The Road /Jack Keruoac.
The story couldn't help but give birth to a legend. Jack Kerouac, fueled by inspiration, coffee and Benzedrine, sat down at his typewriter and in one burst of creative energy wrote the novel that made him the voice of his generation.When the book came to my hand,I didn't know much about it's tremendous impact on "Beat Generation"of both sides of Atlantic,but could feel the charm of POP-flavour by the amazing story-telling style of the writer.
Is it autobiography?
or fiction?
or a blend of both?
...what's there inside that exhilarates the youth?
later I read some reviews on it(can't remember the author!), : "On The Road sold a trillion levis and a million espresso machines,and also sent countless kids on the road...."
Infact their search for fulfilment through drink,sex,drugs and jazz became an exploration of personal freedom that never limits the test of life in any particular era.The apeal would last forever bolstered by the voice of all the Street Hunters,both of present and those of yet to be born.I dream a re-birth of Kerouak !!