Analysis Of Whimsical, Wild And Weird

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Whimsical, Wild and Weird
Jack Kerouac is a writer known for his different view of everyday life. It was different back when he started writing books, in the forties, and it still is different, or at least uncommon. Jack didn’t really want a regular life; it just didn’t suit him. He gave it a try, according to Editors, in “Jack Kerouac.” From April 2017, he was forced out of football after an injury, so he quit college, and was discharged 10 days into being a marine, so I don’t think he found he was satisfied with the way his life was turning out. And I think today, a lot of people can relate. And it’s thanks to hum and his friends that we know we aren’t alone in feeling unsatisfied with a regular life. He wanted to do something
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It’s striking, the change some ink on a thin slice of processed tree can make on you. It’s even more remarkable when you think of Jack Kerouac being the leader of this new movement – The Beat Generation. Besides On The Road, he wrote other books, like Town and City, and poems. And if they are anything like On The Road, then they probably tell a lot about Kerouac himself, even if it’s not directly correlated. Jack left little pieces of himself intertwined with the words and in-between the spaces and lines of the sentences and paragraphs, hiding himself among the punctuation and use of vivid imagery. As you read it, you can almost picture him in your mind based off the telling personality traits you spot. You can visually see the points at which his feelings spilled onto the …show more content…
As I sat back down in my math class and started searching through the beginning pages to get to the start of the book, and how I didn’t really want to read the super long forward about the original scroll version, but that I did anyway. I remember that when I finally got to the start of the story, I let out an audible sigh and Mallory looked over at me, then down to the book, then commented that she’d never read anything over one hundred pages and that the book looked too big and the font was too small for her to ever enjoy; and, I’m glad that I’m not like her, for I might have never continued to read Kerouac’s book. At one point, the bell rang and interrupted my reading, and I remember having to shake my head to clear away the fog of really enjoying a book before heading to science. I remember because Kerouac had such an impression on me, that On The Road was the only book that I took with me everywhere for weeks. Usually I split my attention up between different books, so that I don’t get too bored of a single story before I finish it, but Kerouac wrote in such a way that it was impossible not to focus all my time and attention to that one book until the words were at their end and the page numbers continued no

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