Have you ever seen Mad Max? I saw it in theaters with my family. Billy, my brother, loved it and my mom thought it was the worst movie she had ever seen in her life. I stood in the middle, not particularly enjoying it myself, but seeing the appeal that it would have for other people. My mom hated that all the characters did was travel in one direction for what felt like hours, then you pray to god it’s over because they reached their destination, and then they just turn around and do the same thing all over again. And with that, let’s just say I am not going to recommend On the Road to my mother.
I know many people love this book and it is well written, but I can’t really get on board. Sal Paradise (the narrator and the Jack Kerouac character) travels from coast to coast in the novel more times than I could count. I wanted to enjoy this book, my brother recommended it and it is one of his favorites, but I had trouble connecting to any of the characters. I found myself annoyed with each person and the annoyance grew stronger with every “Oh hey we’ve been on this coast for a week and I’m bored, let’s go back.” Sorry, Billy. I did try to enjoy it.
There were so many characters that I lost track so quickly. And the few that remained throughout the book were probably my least favorite characters (cough*Dean*cough). I also found that there were a few chapters that I really was interested in (mostly when Dean was on a different coast than Sal), but as soon as a chapter ended, Sal was back on the road and my interest plummeted again.
I have to start reading my next book (already a day behind) so that’s all for On the Road.
Next up, Something Wicked This Way Comes by Ray Bradbury…