So, I just finished reading the novel On The Road a second time, mainly because the film based on the book was just released and I wanted to remember it as much as possible. The first time I read the book, I wanted to pack my bags and drive through the United States to see this country as a lonely yet excited traveler. The second time I read it, I got IT. The IT that Dean Moriarty speaks of during one of his many jazz-sex-drug-LIFE induced moments. Oh brother, did I ever get IT.
For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, On The Road, written by Jack Kerouac, is a tale about a young author named Sal Paradise and his travels on the road with many friends of like minds, especially the infamous Dean Moriarty. Their lives are spilling over with jazz music, sex, drugs, books galore, intellectual conversations lasting till the next day, violence, dreams, spirit and a moment to be one with everyone and everything. This is a novel about knowing of dreams and doing whatever it takes to find those dreams and turn them into a reality. It is also about getting lost along the way and yet not caring because that is all part of the experience.
When I heard that the film was coming out soon, I was in awe and yet worried; could Hollywood do Jack's book right? Could they create the same feelings felt while reading the novel? The other night, I watched the film and WOW, it did not disappoint. Everyone who played their role in the film were not acting; they were the people Kerouac wrote about. I was most impressed with Viggo Mortensen as Old Bull Lee (William S. Burroughs), Sam Riley as Sal Paradise (Jack Kerouac) and Garrett Hedlund as Dean Moriarty (Neal Cassady) - they nailed their parts and made me believe that I was actually looking at the real people and not just actors.
So, while I place my copy of On The Road back on the shelf, I tell myself that I am not saying goodbye to him, merely I'll see you soon. After all, he did write other books that I have not read yet.
I wish I could have met you, Kerouac. The tales we could have told over endless cups of coffee . . .
And now, how about a little Slim Galliard?
YIP ROC HERESY!