Jack Kerouac - that's where the title of this blog comes from

I know, I know, I talk about him to everyone and on the every occasion. This Beatnik who lived life so umimaginable to me is my favourite author. He became famous in the unsalient fifties. His passions included: jazz, writing, poetry, sex, drugs, love, moving, mother, friends. He was a very complicated man who treated women badly. He had many of them, a few wives. He liked to write in the way which he called a spontaneous prose. For example he wrote “On the Road” during 2 weeks not moving away from they keyboard and doing only short breaks for the coffee. His wife slept behind the screen that protected her from the light of the desklamp. He was already writing when she was getting up and still writing when she was coming back home. He took benzedrine and perspired a lot. What he did best was to describing his and his fellows life. He wasn’t a good fiction writer, he did best at describing reality. He wrote about America and about Youth. Please read one of his books. My favorite one is “Dharma Bums”