
This is a great beatnik book. A collection of writings by Jack Kerouac from journals–some dream writing, some composed stuff, some journal like reflections–all very adverby and far out. Some of it very buddhist and tremendously strong. There is some blatent bigotry–homophobia, racism, etc.–which like much of Kerouac’s writing is problematic, but overall this is a very fun book which quickly creates the healthy beatnik vibe.

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