I sat down and read the book that “has shaped the minds and lives of millions of pseudo-intellectuals over the past 50 years”. Going into “On the Road,” I assumed a book so legendary could only be one of two things: it was either going to be a five-star masterpiece or it was going to be a disaster, pointless ramblings.
There’s no point to this novel. It’s just a series of stories about Sal Paradise (aka Jack Kerouac) and his journeys back and forth across the country.
I think the reason people like this book is because they envy the ability of Sal to live free and have no responsibility.
The first book in 2016.