Kerouac’s Genius/Interpreter Theory vs. Jenny’s Genius/Genius Theory

We're going to finish up our exploration of Kerouac with a couple of differing opinions on the form "genius" takes. “Let’s examine the word ‘genius.’ It doesn’t mean screwiness or eccentricity or excessive ‘talent.’ It is derived from the Latin word gignere (to beget) and a genius is simply a person who originates something never... Continue Reading →

Writing the Windblown, Schizophrenic World

I came across this fascinating book called Windblown World: The Journals of Jack Kerouac 1947-1954 -- which covers the period of time when he wrote his first novel The Town and the City and his second On the Road. Basically, it's a log of his word counts, which are insanely high (but we talked before about... Continue Reading →

Lightning, the Lightning Bug, and the Price of Some of Kerouac’s Revisions

**Be forewarned, adult language/content** Mark Twain once said something like (I don't have the direct quote in front of me): "the difference between the right word and the almost-right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug." Agree or disagree, Twain has a point. To illustrate, I give you two passages from On the Road... Continue Reading →

Create Your Own Scroll: Writing Wednesday

Kerouac wrote On the Road on one long, continuous scroll of paper. He plugged away on a typewriter and chugged that bad boy out in about three weeks. It's time we did the same, word-writing friends. Okay. I know. We don't work on typewriters anymore (except for you in the back). And...I know it's unlike... Continue Reading →

Charactouac? or Kerouacter?

“New Criticism locates meaning in the internal qualities of literary works, specifically the unity of their multiple verbal structures. as much as it values unity and convergence, New Criticism eschews authorial intent and historical context as bases for interpretation, although it allows that they might supplement understanding.” ~Joshua Kupetz, “The Straight Line Will Take You... Continue Reading →

The Scroll

Once upon a time there was young man named Jack who wrote a novel on a long scroll - one hundred feet long - no punctuation - no paragraph breaks - no rules - hopped up on bennies. After spending seven years on the roads across America, and occasionally down to Mexico - after typing... Continue Reading →

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