So, if people are familiar with this work, this is the book that chronicled the trips of Jack Kerouac across the United States and Mexico. He had company, most notably Dean Moriarty, and although the prose was written as fiction, it is highly autobiographical. And it seemed that it developed a following, with people hitch-hiking and following his route as stated in the book.
Plotwise, there is nothing much that happens. They just travel. So in that sense, I didn't like it too much. However, there are different adventures that they face on the road, and that was quite entertaining. Perhaps that is what people want, that they decide to read this book. So how should I summarize this book? It is a book about traveling, a book about not having a lot of money, a book about sex on the road, and a book about not caring at all.
So did I like this book? Not too much. I cannot get past the irresponsibility of the characters. As much as I like traveling, I don't think I can travel the way they did. No plans, no itinerary, no regard for the future, no thinking of what their actions might result in, that is just sheer irresponsibility in my book. As much as I know that I might die tomorrow, even today, I don't act like I am going to. I still make plans, I plan my life to the best that I can, while thinking that there is a small sliver of chance that I might not exist soon.
So yes, as much as this was a good read, I don't like it too much. I would only recommend it for its place in history and literary value. It is ironic that I am writing this book review in Mexico City, which happens to be the characters' final destination. I even met an Australian here who told me that the book has a huge following in his native Australia, and people there hitch-hike all the time. But no, I am glad that I read it for its historical place in modern literature, but overall I am not impressed.
I give it 3.5 out of 5 stars.
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