Any books that have had a great impact on your life, changed your way of thinking? Or any that have touched you're soul, or you thought were beautiful? Any that made you cry like you've never cried before, or laughed so hard it made you cry? Any books at all that you thought were amazing in general? Please let me know, I'll do my best to read all recommendations. If it helps, I just read Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger and On the Road by Jack Kerouac and thought they were amazing :) Thanks everyone!
Oh yeah, and I did read the Twilight series and I did enjoy them, but please don't recommend those to me because that seemed to be half of the answers last time :P
As I read Kerouac, and he talks about all of the great Jazz musicians, I often wonder, if he was still on the road today, what kind of music would he listen to? back in the later 40's and mid 50's when kerouac wrote, there was not much to listen to besides jazz, so what 90's and above bands do you think he would like?
I love this novel but I'm kinda stuch for the some quote's meaning.
if you have any your favorite quote please tell me.
and I'd like to know why do you like?
I can't remember this song title and it's driving me nuts! Can someone help me out? Those lyrics are all I remember though...
Also, it's from what I call a darker band. They don't generally sing about happy stuff lol.
This is the list of choices my teacher gave us. We have to pick four books to read throughout the year. Any opinions on book I defianatley should or should not read? By the way, I'm a freshmen in honors english and I hate reading.. if that matters. Thanks!
Bradbury, Ray Something Wicked This Way Comes
Steinbeck, John East of Eden
Chevalier, Tracy. Girl With a Pearl Earring.
Alvarez, Julia. In the Time of Butterflies.
Kingsolver, Barbara. The Bean Trees.
Kingsolver, Barbara. The Posionwood Bible
Hosseini, Khalad A Thousand Splendid Suns
Hosseini, Khalad Kite Runner
Tan, Amy The Joy Luck Club
Zinn, Howard A People’s History of the United States
Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49
Nabokov, Vladimir
Marquez, Gabriel Garcia One Hundred Years of Solitude
Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
Kerouac, Jack On the Road
Dostoevsky Brothers Karamozov
Wharton, Edith Age of Innocence
Tolsky Anna Karina
Paton Cry the Beloved Country
Stoker, Bram Dracula
Atwood, M The Handsmaid Tale
Morrison, Toni Beloved
Plath The Bell Jar
Dumas The Count of Monte Cristo
Salinger Franny and Zooey
Alverez How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents
Hemingway For Whom the Bell Tolls
Atlas Shrugged Rand
Bastard Out of Carolina Allison
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Adams
The Sun Also Rises Hemingway
Dubliners Joyce
The Breakfast of Champions Vonnegut
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter McCullers
Achebe, Chinua Things Fall Apart
Agee, James A Death in the Family
Austen, Jane Pride and Prejudice
Baldwin, James Go Tell It on the Mountain
Bellow, Saul The Adventures of Augie March
Brontë, Charlotte Jane Eyre
Brontë, Emily Wuthering Heights
Camus, Albert The Stranger
Cather, Willa Death Comes for the Archbishop
Chopin, Kate The Awakening
Cooper, James Fenimore The Last of the Mohicans
Crane, Stephen The Red Badge of Courage
Dante Inferno
de Cervantes, Miguel Don Quixote
Defoe, Daniel Robinson Crusoe
Dickens, Charles A Tale of Two Cities
Dreiser, Theodore An American Tragedy
Dumas, Alexandre The Three Musketeers
Eliot, George The Mill on the Floss
Ellison, Ralph Invisible Man
Faulkner, William As I Lay Dying
Fielding, Henry Tom Jones
Flaubert, Gustave Madame Bovary
Ford, Ford Madox The Good Soldier
Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Faust
Hardy, Thomas Tess of the d'Urbervilles
Heller, Joseph Catch 22
Hugo, Victor The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Hurston, Zora Neale Their Eyes Were Watching God
Huxley, Aldous Brave New World
Ibsen, Henrik A Doll's House
James, Henry The Portrait of a Lady
James, Henry The Turn of the Screw
Joyce, James A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Kingston, Maxine Hong The Woman Warrior
Lewis, Sinclair Babbitt
Mann, Thomas The Magic Mountain
Heinlein, Robert Stranger in a Strange Land.
O'Connor, Flannery A Good Man is Hard to Find
O'Neill, Eugene Long Day's Journey into Night
Orwell, George Animal Farm
Pasternak, Boris Doctor Zhivago
Plath, Sylvia The Bell Jar
Proust, Marcel Swann's Way
Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49
Remarque, Erich Maria All Quiet on the Western Front
Rostand, Edmond Cyrano de Bergerac
Roth, Henry Call It Sleep
Kuralt, Charles Charles Kuralt's America.
Shelley, Mary Frankenstein
Silko, Leslie Marmon Ceremony
Solzhenitsyn, Alexander One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Stevenson, Robert Louis Treasure Island
Stowe, Harriet Beecher Uncle Tom's Cabin
Swift, Jonathan Gulliver's Travel
Tan, Amy The Joy Luck Club
Thackeray, William Vanity Fair
Thoreau, Henry David Walden
Alex Kotlowitz There Are No Children Here
Turgenev, Ivan Fathers and Sons
Yusunari Kawabata Thousand Cranes
Vonnegut, Kurt Jr. Slaughterhouse-Five
Walker, Alice The Color Purple
Wharton, Edith The House of Mirth
Welty, Eudora Collected Stories
Whitman, Walt Leaves of Grass
Wilde, Oscar The Picture of Dorian Gray
Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner Freakonomics
Woolf, Virginia To the Lighthouse
Cather, Willa My Antonia
Shepard, Alan Moon Shot: The Inside Story
Potok, Chaim The Chosen
Delany, Sarah and Elizabeth Having Our Say
I have so many quotes I like, and have narrowed it down to these. Would any of these look absolutely stupid as a tattoo?? Are any better than the others for placing on the back/shoulders? I'm having trouble picking just one, it was hard enough narrowing down to these! They all mean something to me, so I dont need the answers saying that I should pick what means the most cause they all do, I would just like opinions. Thanks!
"My witness is the empty sky" (jack kerouac)
"When the love of power becomes the power of love, the world will know peace" (jimi hendrix)
"To thine own self be true" (shakespeare)
"Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road" (walt whitman)
"there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you." (buk)
"the weight of the world is love" (allen ginsberg)
This is the list of choices my teacher gave us. We have to pick four books to read throughout the year. Any opinions on book I defianatley should or should not read? By the way, I'm a freshmen in honors english and I hate reading.. if that matters. Thanks!
Bradbury, Ray Something Wicked This Way Comes
Steinbeck, John East of Eden
Chevalier, Tracy. Girl With a Pearl Earring.
Alvarez, Julia. In the Time of Butterflies.
Kingsolver, Barbara. The Bean Trees.
Kingsolver, Barbara. The Posionwood Bible
Hosseini, Khalad A Thousand Splendid Suns
Hosseini, Khalad Kite Runner
Tan, Amy The Joy Luck Club
Zinn, Howard A People’s History of the United States
Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49
Nabokov, Vladimir
Marquez, Gabriel Garcia One Hundred Years of Solitude
Dostoevsky Crime and Punishment
Kerouac, Jack On the Road
Dostoevsky Brothers Karamozov
Wharton, Edith Age of Innocence
Tolsky Anna Karina
Paton Cry the Beloved Country
Stoker, Bram Dracula
Atwood, M The Handsmaid Tale
Morrison, Toni Beloved
Plath The Bell Jar
Dumas The Count of Monte Cristo
Salinger Franny and Zooey
Alverez How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents
Hemingway For Whom the Bell Tolls
Atlas Shrugged Rand
Bastard Out of Carolina Allison
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Adams
The Sun Also Rises Hemingway
Dubliners Joyce
The Breakfast of Champions Vonnegut
The Heart is a Lonely Hunter McCullers
Achebe, Chinua Things Fall Apart
Agee, James A Death in the Family
Austen, Jane Pride and Prejudice
Baldwin, James Go Tell It on the Mountain
Bellow, Saul The Adventures of Augie March
Brontë, Charlotte Jane Eyre
Brontë, Emily Wuthering Heights
Camus, Albert The Stranger
Cather, Willa Death Comes for the Archbishop
Chopin, Kate The Awakening
Cooper, James Fenimore The Last of the Mohicans
Crane, Stephen The Red Badge of Courage
Dante Inferno
de Cervantes, Miguel Don Quixote
Defoe, Daniel Robinson Crusoe
Dickens, Charles A Tale of Two Cities
Dreiser, Theodore An American Tragedy
Dumas, Alexandre The Three Musketeers
Eliot, George The Mill on the Floss
Ellison, Ralph Invisible Man
Faulkner, William As I Lay Dying
Fielding, Henry Tom Jones
Flaubert, Gustave Madame Bovary
Ford, Ford Madox The Good Soldier
Goethe, Johann Wolfgang von Faust
Hardy, Thomas Tess of the d'Urbervilles
Heller, Joseph Catch 22
Hugo, Victor The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Hurston, Zora Neale Their Eyes Were Watching God
Huxley, Aldous Brave New World
Ibsen, Henrik A Doll's House
James, Henry The Portrait of a Lady
James, Henry The Turn of the Screw
Joyce, James A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Kingston, Maxine Hong The Woman Warrior
Lewis, Sinclair Babbitt
Mann, Thomas The Magic Mountain
Heinlein, Robert Stranger in a Strange Land.
O'Connor, Flannery A Good Man is Hard to Find
O'Neill, Eugene Long Day's Journey into Night
Orwell, George Animal Farm
Pasternak, Boris Doctor Zhivago
Plath, Sylvia The Bell Jar
Proust, Marcel Swann's Way
Pynchon, Thomas The Crying of Lot 49
Remarque, Erich Maria All Quiet on the Western Front
Rostand, Edmond Cyrano de Bergerac
Roth, Henry Call It Sleep
Kuralt, Charles Charles Kuralt's America.
Shelley, Mary Frankenstein
Silko, Leslie Marmon Ceremony
Solzhenitsyn, Alexander One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich
Stevenson, Robert Louis Treasure Island
Stowe, Harriet Beecher Uncle Tom's Cabin
Swift, Jonathan Gulliver's Travel
Tan, Amy The Joy Luck Club
Thackeray, William Vanity Fair
Thoreau, Henry David Walden
Alex Kotlowitz There Are No Children Here
Turgenev, Ivan Fathers and Sons
Yusunari Kawabata Thousand Cranes
Vonnegut, Kurt Jr. Slaughterhouse-Five
Walker, Alice The Color Purple
Wharton, Edith The House of Mirth
Welty, Eudora Collected Stories
Whitman, Walt Leaves of Grass
Wilde, Oscar The Picture of Dorian Gray
Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner Freakonomics
Woolf, Virginia To the Lighthouse
Cather, Willa My Antonia
Shepard, Alan Moon Shot: The Inside Story
Potok, Chaim The Chosen
Delany, Sarah and Elizabeth Having Our Say
I seems to be some kind of organization that coordinated people traveling throughout the United States match them up with others going along the same route. Was this some kind of private organization or like a semi-government bureau.
I need help with the physical characteristics of Sal, including age, physical characteristics, personality and role in the story. two quotes supporting this would help!
Also how the author depicts the personality of the character? especially the relationship with another pivotal character. Two quotes with this too?
Explain how the author represents the voice of this character through the use of dialogue. Explain how the character speaks and what exactly this reveals about him. Two quotes?'
What are two examples of sensory description used to develop the character into a well-rounded and complex character?
What are two examples of figurative language used to develop the character?
1. Dwight Eisenhower, 2. Jack Kerouac, 3. Jonas Salk, 4. "Little rock nine", 5. Nikita Krushev
D. Invented the polio vaccine which ended an epidemic.
F. beatnik author who wrote "on the road"
H. Students who had to be escorted by the national guard when integrating central high school in Arkansas
I. Become the soviet leader when stalin died; demanded an apology from Eisenhower for the U2 incident.
T. Republican who won the presidency in 1952 because we "like Ike". He ran on promises of moderate policy.
my favorite book is On The Road by Jack Kerouac and the next is the marylin manson long road out of hell
i want something en lighting
and exciting a story but that doesn't go too much into setting details
but mostly a good classic story
and an older one would be great
i like older literature best
what is the meaning of these two quotes:
Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.
Dust rose to the stars together with every sad music on earth.
It's not my homework, I swear. I just read the book and I have no idea what these quotes mean. I love the way he wrote them I just wish I knew what they meant...
Evening San Fran nights are best spent in the streets stirring up trouble with
Happy Jack, are you a fool?—life proved my face to be
Spat upon—that’s a yes, friend. Joints joints marijuana kief joints
Traffic lights reflecting off madcap loonies and stoned
Enthusiasts in their suits and glass towers that rent open the tortured sky
With a metallic riiiip sreeech! Open to angels
And bare-headed smiling oriental garden loving wine tasting chinamen—
Morrison says we must die—what a prophet of Jonestown—
In car, watching city hills rolling past my window,
Feels like I’m miles high, watching the lights of the city roll upon
A canvas of my own mind’s painting—such thoughts surge unchecked
Through my innocent mind as Hank forces the wheel of poor
Aged ‘54 cadillac to squeal like unhappy lovers who couldn’t
Quite get the dime in the coin slot, moan, what a boring love scene,
In observing such playing out in my mind—“dear, we’ll try again in the morning”—“But
I’m drunk!”—“Well then do something other than grab me, I feel
So used”—“But I’m drunk!”—and so on, until Hank finishes his mad
Turn to turn the focus back to the conversation at hand,
Does Rimbaud compare to the complexities of the queer prose
Of Ginsberg, and Kerouac’s capture of the beat american rapture,
I’m sitting drunk in the back seat as Hank turns to me—“what say you,
Love?”—to which I drink my wine and smile belatedly,
I miss blonde haired lovers, Hank perceives such,
“Boy, have we gotta get you fucked by a mad woman!
You are unhappy, a night with a wild brunette will set you straight,
Look at her, standing solemn on the street, what about her?
No wine, boy, no wine.”
—and so on, until I’m sick and tired of listening to mad rants on the mysteries of
Sex and one night stands, I look forward to conversing with Cass
On the subject, perhaps drink and sleep, holding tight,
Promised I’d be faithful, and damn, just waiting—
Watching wine flowing down her dress as she quirks an eyebrow and
Asks “yes?” and cracks a smile to see my expression upon her body,
And back to backseat car ride, not sure where we are headed,
I had never been the one to care, just the one to smile and drink
And smoke to loosen up, to which I then open my soul
Gushing forth and banging the headseat and bursting out,
The world smiles and I laugh, Lucas moans to the pair of fancily adorned
Women on the corner, four way stop, luck dealing him a red light,
Groaning poetry about his journeys to lakes with lovers and red lips
To which the ladies laugh and continue on their way,
Suddenly the radio pushes out another tune,
“hate your next door neighbor,
But don’t forget to say grace”—to which I cry,
“Boys, we’re on the Eve of destruction driving in this mess of a tank,
Let me out!”—O, and poor happy me,
Wine bottle in hand, staggering out on the streets,
Searching for queens, finding wives,
Who are being happy indeed, I feel as in court, but is
Only my mess of a mind, red wine seeping creeping,
And I stumble into a corner, a hub of activity
Where I observe zen cats passing out on the streets and rocking down hillways
Thumbs in pockets an’ eyen’ the passerbys cold and hard,
Like mankind’s ***,
And to me they stop and share their wares and offer me a ride,
Humbly I stumble into a ’92 subaru white and speeding wildly through San Francisco
Parkways and beaches to churches and diners-cafeterias at midnight.
Humble college boy with cherubic expression and pool eyes with Visions of Cody
Hanging out jacket pocket smiles at me over my meal of beefy soup and
Hard-tack bread, tastes of garlic and vegetable oil—I’m not one to complain—especially
Over the time I rode six hours straight by Amtrak train from Sacramento to Hanford
For Thanksgiving holiday next to hard pimp
And drawing up knees to chin curled against window temple resting on churning rocking
Window watching the countryside melt along melding into towns rusting abandoned
Company windows and loading docks, overgrown yards and farmsteads—needless to say
The boy is a knowledgeable loon talking and in constant motion of combing
Hair back to smile and blink rapidly—muscle spasm?—and talks to me
About novels and classical tone clarity, beating thrumming his ink-stained
Fingertips against the grain of the rusting chipped table at which I sit and
Slurp soup, words coming up against me rising cascading and running clean
Out the other side—I seldom listen to anyone anymore.
I'm like half way through this book. I don't know, there is a natural and really unavoidable expectation for this book to be something of a revelation to the reader. I know if it's because of the hype or what, but I feel a bit non-plussed with it so far. Anybody get me?
What do these quotes mean?
1."I was beginning to get the bug like Dean. He was simply a youth tremendously excited with life, and though he was a con-man, he was only conning because he wanted so much to live and to get involved with people who would otherwise pay no attention to him."
2."They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..."
3."Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love."
4."Somewhere along the line I knew there'd be girls, visions, everything; somewhere along the line the pearl would be handed to me."
5."And as I sat there listening to that sound of the night which bop has come to represent for all of us, I thought of my friends from one end of the country to the other and how they were really all in the same vast backyard doing something so frantic and rushing-about."
6."I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was — I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds."
7."The air was soft, the stars so fine, the promise of every cobbled alley so great, that I thought I was in a dream."
8."They were like the man with the dungeon stone and gloom, rising from the underground, the sordid hipsters of America, a new beat generation that I was slowly joining."
9."Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk--eal straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious."
10."A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world."
And look I realize I should do my own homework but I really don't have enough time to do this because I have a lot of other more work to do.
I also realize that I should've thought of this earlier but its a long story.
I'm not asking for people to tell me anything else, im asking for your help with this. Thank you.
1. What are the author/character’s
reasons for traveling?
2. How does the road trip influence
each author’s view of America?
3.Is author’s view of America hopeful
or hopeless?
Thanks!
I really like jack kerouac but for some reason i just find allen ginsberg out of his mind. I mean he was sent to a lunatic asylum part of his life and one night he was found streaking high on LSD.
I have been to Vegas, never been to san Fransisco, south park says people are smug in Frisco, is that true ,or are there cool people there like Jack Kerouac?
I have a summer reading assignment. I don't know which one to pick being that I'm not that interested in any.
Here's the list:
- Parable of the sower, by Octavia E. Butler
- The natural, by Bernard Malamud
- Nickel and Dimed; on (not) getting by in Ameria, by Barbara Ehrenreich
- On the road, by Jack Kerouac
- Smashed: story of a drunken girlhood, Koren Zaickas
- Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom
- The stranger, Albert Camus
**I like books with suspence and mystery if that helps. Which would be best?
Oh yea I like humor too. :)
The lyrics are:
Listen to the sex and music in the stereo.
Cruisin' in my Cadillac, Ya know I'm gonna losing in Jack
Kerouac.
Now I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac, I'm gonna lose me, Jack
Kerouac
I said I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac,, I'm gonna lose it, Jack
Kerouac
Now I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac,, I'm gonna losing, Jack
Kerouac.
Lately, I've been dreaming,
trying to find my inner healing.
All the trouble I've been leaving,
don't you wanna know?.
Time hang as me, as a minute,
I'm alone, for this feeling.
I'll find all that cellding,
where I'm on the road.
Cruisin' in my Cadillac,I'm gonna losing in, Jack Kerouac,
So I'm Cruisin' in my Cadillac,, I'm gonna losing in Jack
Kerouac.
Now, love I've been living,
My heart keeps on breathin'.
For the world I've been needing,
I wish you could go.
I dream through the season,
Gettin' lost for no reason.
Find the place I've been leading,
where I'm on the road.
I'm trying to love you, baby,
love just so make me a little crazy.
I don't want you to hate me,
living on the road.
I'm reading the dharma bums by Jack Kerouac and for the most part i understand it except for when him and his poet friends start talking it just makes no sense what they say to me.Maybe it's the language of poetry are the times.
movies i like: almost famous, into the wild, shawshank redemption, scarface, fight club
i really like hitchhiking stories jack kerouac stuff
make sure its on itunes
''What is your horse called?''
''Does your job require a profound understanding of Freud?''
''I'm studying sociology, philosophy, art and music technology?''
''Do play any instruments?''
''Are you familiar with the works of Jack Kerouac?''
''Thank you for buying me a drink!''
Bower blues
The story of man
Makes me sick
Inside, outside,
I don't know why
Something so conditional
And all talk
Should hurt me so.
I am hurt
I am scared
I want to live
I want to die
I don't know
Where to turn
In the Void
And when
To cut
Out
For no Church told me
No Guru holds me
No advice
Just stone
Of New York
And on the cafeteria
We hear
The saxophone
O dead Ruby
Died of Shot
In Thirty Two,
Sounding like old times
And de bombed
Empty decapitated
Murder by the clock.
And I see Shadows
Dancing into Doom
In love, holding
TIght the lovely asses
Of the little girls
In love with sex
Showing themselves
In white undergarments
At elevated windows
Hoping for the Worst.
I can't take it
Anymore
If I can't hold
My little behind
To me in my room
Then it's goodbye
Sangsara
For me
Besides
Girls aren't as good
As they look
And Samadhi
Is better
Than you think
When it starts in
Hitting your head
In with Buzz
Of glittergold
Heaven's Angels
Wailing
Saying
We've been waiting for you
Since Morning, Jack
Why were you so long
Dallying in the sooty room?
This transcendental Brilliance
Is the better part
(of Nothingness
I sing)
Okay.
Quit.
Mad.
Stop.
I'm leaving my current job in about a year, and I've always harboured literary ambitions that I have never had time to fulfill - I write a lot in my job but its not creative writing and it exhausts that my part of my brain - Anyway, I saw 'The Shining' again last night (the Jack Nicholson vers.) and I was thinking wow - thats the job for me - obviously except for the whole spooky murder type thing. Y'Know a job with lots of isolation and free time that lets a writer concentrate and work on a project while keeping up with the bills - like a hotel winter-watch person... or like when Jack Kerouac worked one of the mountain supply posts for six months on his own.... any ideas?? I live in UK but could travel. Ty. a.
for a 14 year old girl?
Angela’s Ashes by McCourt, Frank
Bean Trees, The by Kingsolver, Barbara
Bel Canto by Patchett, Ann
Bodega Dreams by Quinonez, Ernesto
Body and Soul by Conroy, Frank
Brighton Beach Memoirs by Simon, Neil
Cold Mountain by Frazier, Charles
The Color Purple by Walker, Alice
Dandelion Wine by Bradbury, Ray
Death in the Family by Agee, James
Dreaming in Cuban by Garcia, Christina
Dust Tracks On a Road by Hurston, Zora Neale
Education of Hyman Kaplan by Rosten, Leo
For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide by Shange, Ntozake
Franny and Zooey by Salinger, J.D.
Giles Goat Boy by Barth, John
Girl with a Pearl Earring by Chevalier, Tracey
Go Tell It On the Mountain by Baldwin, James
Green Mansions by Hudson, W.H.
Handmaid’s Tale by Atwood, Margaret
Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, The by McCullers, Carson
House of the Seven Gables, The by Hawthorne, Nathaniel
How the Garcia Girls Lost Their Accents by Alvarez, Julia
Into the Wild by Krakauer, Jon
Line of the Sun, The by Ortiz Cofer, Judith
Lovely Bones, The by Sebold, Alice
Manchild in the Promised Land by Brown, Claude
Man in the Moon Marigolds by Zindel, Paul
Man With His Heart In the Highlands by Saroyan, William
Middle Passage by Johnson, Charles
On the Road by Kerouac, Jack
Power of Myth by Campbell, Joseph
Raisin in the Sun by Hansberry, Lorraine
Razor’s Edge, The by Maugham, Somerset
She’s Come Undone by Lamb, Wally
Skin: Selected Stories by Dahl, Roald
Skipped Parts, Sorrow Floats by Sandlin, Tim
Stories of John Cheever by Cheever, John
Sula by Morrison, Toni
Summerland by Chabon, Michael
Thirteen Stories by Welty, Eudora
Tom Sawyer by Twain, Mark
Walk in the Woods, A by Bryson, Bill
Winesburg, Ohio by Anderson, Sherwood
World According To Garp, The by Irving, John
Yellow Raft in Water, A by Dorris, Michael
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Pirsig, Robert
name a couple around 5 or so
thanks a lott!
when i read the book i was under the impression it was true life events between Jack Kerouac and neal cassidy. Than i here some of it is believed to be based off true life events. Im very confused. Also when I read it, it always referred to neal as neal but than i hear people call him dean moriaty and it never once mentioned his name when i was reading. Also Kaerouac never refered to himself as sal paridise. Take in mind i read the original scroll, so maybe thts it. Also there making a movie about it just wondering when its due thanks.
I was in a room with these guys that looked somewhat from the 40's 50's (think jack kerouac). They told me to put this ribbon on my finger and read a passage from a book. I did this and when i looked up from reading i saw an apparition of the devil.
i have heard of 'On The Road', but haven't actually read it... can someone tell me if its a good book please? please don't spoil anything, do not tell me the story.. but is it good because i'm thinking of buying it.. ty
I am trying to think of a good question that compares or even contrasts 'Catcher In The Rye' by J. D. Salinger and 'On The Road' by Jack Kerouac. The obvious theme to compare would be something like journeys. Can any one else think of a good question or an interesting theme to compare between the two novels.
i got a reading list from my english teacher for the summer, and i have time for only 1-3 books. it would be nice to read all of them...but i dont have the time for it. so im trying to choose a few, but i dont know what to do.If you have read any of these books and could recommend any good ones, that would be great!
The Gift by Lewis Hyde
Trickster Makes This World by Lewis Hyde
Metamorphoses by Ovid
The Republic by Plato
Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison
The Awakening by kate Chopin
Lyrical Ballads by Wordsworth and Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Authobiography of Benjamin Franklin
Walden by Henry David Thoreau
Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
Long Day's Jounrey into Night by Eugene O'Neill
Matin Eden by Jack London
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
The Nick Adams Stories by Ernest Hemingway
Runaway by Alice Munro
A Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
Straight Man by Richard Russo
Fever Pitch by Nick Hornby
What I Talk About When I Talk About Running by Haruki Murakami
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I could use the codes to try to win free gas for my cross-country roadtrip. Want to relive Jack Kerouac's On The Road. Any and all codes will help support this man's vision of the American dream.
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I'm a little scared to post this question because some people are absolutely obsessed with it! I'm sorry, but I've rarely been that disinterested in a book in my life. Hate to use the B word, but I found it boring and tedious. I didn't form any attachment to the characters and really didn't care what happened to them on the way. And yes, before you ask, I did finish it until the end!
I know I might get some responses about how I have bad taste in literature and probably only read drivel like Twilight etc. - but I've read and loved plenty of the classics, and I threw down Twilight after the first few pages.
Am I alone in this?
For my english a-level i have to write a 3000 word thesis on two books. These two books must be american literature but by two different authors.. i read big sur by jack kerouac and loved it, but am struggling to find another american book with which i can draw parallels and write a compare/contrast kind of essay... does anyone have any advice? thanks very much for any help!!
The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
Empire of the Sun - J.G. Ballard
Paddy Clarke: Ha ha ha - Roddy Doyle
The Power and the Glory - Graham Greene
Snow Falling on Cedars - David Guterson
Crick Crack Monkey - Merle Hodge
The Bone People - Keri Hulme
On the Road - Jack Kerouac
Short Stories - Alice Munro
Vernon God Little - D.B.C. Pierre
Brokeback Mountain - Annie Proux
The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy
The Catcher in the Rye - J.D. Salinger
Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut
Trainspotting - Irvine Welsh
Orange are Not the Only Fruit - Jeanette Winterson
hey everyone, im a 21 year old guy. and i am on the edge of a nervous breakdown...not really but im very stressed at this point in my life. when i was 13 i read "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac, it changed my whole life. fast forward nine years I did the whole college thing for 2 years, and found out that it wasnt for me, ive also traveled around the country a bit but its always just for a couple days or as week tops at a time.... . now im 21 entering the workforce and i allready see that im not where i want to be. where im at now isnt even close to where i want to be. i dont ever want to look back when im older and say "what if ?" im torn between keeping my job which i am very lucky to have in this unstable economy, paying off all of my bills and beginning to settle down...which is not what i want to do at all. i have this urge to just say to hell with it all and hit the road, see where it takes me. i live in ohio i just got back from a short trip to california and there is so much more out there than just this small town. im really into music, festivals, books, all that. i consider myself an intellectual person, but i just have this burning desire to say fuck it all and just go....why????? if i do i think i will be commiting financial suicide for the rest of my life. ive got a car loan and plenty of school loans to pay off. i could leave and try to find myself, happiness, peace, possibly god or something close, the meaning of life, and my niche... or i could stay here and be miserable and mad at life just like everyone else... heres my problem though... i dont just want to take short trips, i want to search the globe, i want to LIVE a traveling lifestyle on the road... but money doesnt grow on trees...ive tried researching the subject and seeing how people acomplish this, but i cant seem to find anything i know im not alone...i guess im just a free spirit.. i feel held back and the clock doesnt stop... if i am going to go, i feel i have to do it now, before its too late...any ideas, thoughts, links, words of wisdom...ect would be greatly appreciated. thank you... Xander