Well this thread seems to be brimming with cynicism, but I thought virginia's post was beautiful. Hit the nail on the head for me.
I'm still in my early twenties, so I couldn't say how far On The Road's influence will lead me, or how long I'll carry it with me (probably placing it on a ridiculous pedestal).
But I do know that it's largely responsible for my interest in writing. That book holds such a tremendously heavy legacy, and sometimes I think I may've sentimentalized it all out of proportion. But then I go back and revisit it, and I fall in love again.
There isn't much else I would describe with the rose-coloured lenses.
Kerouac is my first [literary] love.




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