Kerouac was talented and sensitive and vulnerable and he ultimately killed himself with booze. Frustrated, he drank because he was misunderstood. His publishers and the media and the critics sold him as America’s “bad boy.” They didn’t look at his writing, didn’t acknowledge the value of his fresh, new style, didn’t hear the questions he posed about the meaning of life. He was cast as the harbinger of restless meanderings and delivered to a hungry, eager youth ready for action, encouraged to use On the Road as their map into naughty new places where sex, drugs and jazz defined the essence of cool.
Aug 1st, 2010 3:03pm