On the Road

Unabridged
Author: Jack Kerouac
Narrator: Matt Dillon
Genres: History, Biographies
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Date: May 2004
Length: 11 hours
Ratings:
Formats:
  • CD

Overview

On the Road chronicles Jack Kerouac's years traveling the North American continent with his friend Neal Cassady, "a sideburned hero of the snowy West." As "Sal Paradise" and "Dean Moriarty," the two roam the country in a quest for self-knowledge and experience. Kerouac's love of America, his compassion for humanity, and his sense of language as jazz combine to make On the Road an inspirational work of lasting importance.

Reviews (9)

Amazing

Written by Anonymous on March 8th, 2008

  • Book Rating: 5/5

Matt Dillon did a pretty good job reading, not the best I have ever heard though. However, it was amazing listening to this while I was on the road.

On the Road

Written by Michael Scott from Santa Cruz, CA on February 26th, 2008

  • Book Rating: 2/5

I think I was expecting too much from this book. I was expecting something closer to Steinbeck's "Travel's with Charley" - giving a flavor of the people and places he visits on his travels. This seemed more along the lines of William S. Burroughs (his book, Naked Lunch, was the ONLY book I've never been able to finish, no matter how many times I tried), delving more into the seedier side of life - drugs, alcohol, con-men, and people who prefer to stay on the fringes of society. Combine that with the run-on style of the story (probably intentional, from what I know of the author/book) AND the run-on mono-tone style of Matt Dylan (who only changed voices for Dean), and I was left in anticipation of the story's end. Perhaps I was just in the wrong frame of mind. I plan on reading the sequel, Big Sur, in a few weeks - perhaps I'm form a different opinion by then.

On the Road

Written by Anonymous from Savannah, GA on January 3rd, 2008

  • Book Rating: 1/5

I was recently discussing this book with four of my friends, all of whom are extensive readers, yet none of us have ever been able to (or bothered to) finish reading this book. I tried to read it once and became thuroughly bored. I tried listening to the audiobook and got so sick of it i sent it back half way through. I guess you had to be alive at the time it was writen to enjoy (or endure) its "lasting importance."

The Long and Winding Road

Written by Doug Mason from Sylmar, CA on April 21st, 2007

  • Book Rating: 5/5

It reads almost like a diary, but there is some wondrous poetry, images, and yes...even history if you wait for them. The Master of the run on sentence lives! I can think of nobody who could have read it better than Matt Dillon. The book even inspired me to put down some words of my own. My poem concludes as follows and sums up what I took away after reading "On the Road": "But maybe, if I open myself up, as I drive down this artery of sunset’s dusking highway, I may pass the laughing ghosts of Dean Moriarty, and Sal speeding along down a Kerouacian ribbon of rolling emptiness, the road which leads to nowhere, and everywhere, and the only thing of importance in the sad, wondrous spin of the universe, is a kick or two along the way……yes….yes…"

On The Road

Written by Anonymous on January 9th, 2006

  • Book Rating: 4/5

This was a great book but the reading left something to be desired. Matt Dillon seemed to have an issue with not pausing between sentences, commas, etc. and the whole thing seemed like once run-on sentence. I also didn’t quite agree with the spin he put on Dean Moriarty, one of the central characters in the book. I personally would have made Dean sound a little more intelligent. With that said, listening to Dillon read the book is much better than never hearing it at all. I may pick up a paper copy and read it myself.

On The Road

Written by Anonymous from Arnold, MD on April 30th, 2005

  • Book Rating: 3/5

I had looked forward to this book, given its mythic credit for defining a generation. What I got out of it, however, was monotony, incessant and annoying immaturity, and a writer that appeared to have tried too hard to be something he was not. Matt Dillon did a fine job with the material with which he had to work, but for the life of me, I cannot understand the fascination with Kerouac. Perhaps being at the tail end of the boomers puts too much distance between my generation and his. On the other hand, maybe I needed to read this when I was 19....

Bring back the Beat

Written by Brad Zerkel from Tempe, AZ on January 18th, 2005

  • Book Rating: 5/5

Even after reading the book a few times, the audio takes you to a new leve lin this fantastic voyage thru time.. All hail the Fastest man alive.....

On the Road

Written by Anonymous on January 13th, 2005

  • Book Rating: 5/5

This is an incredible tale of a journey through the American landscape of the late 1940s and the culture found in all cities from East Coast to West and everything inbetween. The narration and voices used by Matt Dillon really capture the essence of the characters.

Fantastic!!!!

Written by Robert McClintic on December 6th, 2004

  • Book Rating: 5/5

Kerouac's portrait of America and the people he meets on this great journey is so vivid, you will feel like you are sitting there with him as if you a hearing the story first hand. His words are truly amazing and rhythmic. There were several times I forgot I was listening to the book because it felt like Jack was sitting there next me in the car as I traveled on down the road, speaking to me in a way few authors can. Without a doubt one of my favorite books and a must read (listen) for all.

Author Details

Author Details

Kerouac, Jack

"Jack Kerouac was born Jean-Louis Kerouac, a French-Canadian child in working-class Lowell, Massachusetts. Ti Jean spoke a local dialect of French called joual before he learned English. The youngest of three children, he was heartbroken when his older brother Gerard died of rheumatic fever at the age of nine.

Ti Jean was an intense and serious child, devoted to Memere (his mother) and constantly forming important friendships with other boys, as he would continue to do throughout his life. He was driven to create stories from a young age, inspired first by the mysterious radio show 'The Shadow,' and later by the fervid novels of Thomas Wolfe, the writer he would model himself after.

Lowell had once thrived as the center of New England's textile industry, but by the time of Kerouac's birth it had begun to sink into poverty. Kerouac's father, a printer and well-known local businessman, began to suffer financial difficulties, and started gambling in the hope of restoring prosperity to the household. Young Jack hoped to save the family himself by winning a football scholarship to college and entering the insurance business. He was a star back on his high school team and won some miraculous victories, securing himself a scholarship to Columbia University in New York. His parents followed him there, settling in Ozone Park, Queens.

Things went wrong at Columbia. Kerouac fought with the football coach, who refused to let him play. His father lost his business and sank rapidly into alcoholic helplessness, and young Jack, disillusioned and confused, dropped out of Columbia, bitterly disappointing the father who had so recently disappointed him. He tried and failed to fit in with the military (World War II had begun) and ended up sailing with the Merchant Marine. When he wasn't sailing, he was hanging around New York with a crowd his parents did not approve of: depraved young Columbia students Allen Ginsberg and Lucien Carr, a strange but brilliant older downtown friend named William S. Burroughs, and a joyful street cowboy from Denver named Neal Cassady.

Kerouac had already begun writing a novel, stylistically reminiscent of Thomas Wolfe, about the torments he was suffering as he tried to balance his wild city life with his old-world family values. His friends loved the manuscript, and Ginsberg asked his Columbia professors to help find a publisher for it. It would become Kerouac's first and most conventional novel, The Town and the City, 'which earned him respect and some recognition as a writer, although it did not make him famous.

It would be a long time before he would be published again. He had taken some amazing cross-country trips with Neal Cassady while working on his novel, and in his attempt to write about these trips he had begun experimenting with freer forms of writing, partly inspired by the unpretentious, spontaneous prose he found in Neal Cassady's letters. He decided to write about his cross-country trips exactly as they had happened, without pausing to edit, fictionalize or even think. He presented the resulting manuscript to his editor on a single long roll of unbroken paper, but the editor did not share his enthusiasm and the relationship was broken. Kerouac would suffer seven years of rejection before 'On The Road' would be published.

He spent the early 1950's writing one unpublished novel after another, carrying them around in a rucksack as he roamed back and forth across the country. He followed Ginsberg and Cassady to Berkeley and San Francisco, where he became close friends with the young Zen poet Gary Snyder. He found enlightenment through the Buddhist religion and tried to follow Snyder's lead in communing with nature. His excellent novel 'The Dharma Bums' describes a joyous mountain climbing trip he and Snyder went on in Yosemite in 1955, and captures the tentative, sometimes comic steps he and his friends were taking towards spiritual realization.]

His fellow starving writers were beginning to attract fame as the 'Beat Generation 'a label Kerouac had invented years earlier during a conversation with fellow novelist John Clellon Holmes. Ginsberg and Snyder became underground celebrities in 1955 after the Six Gallery poetry reading in San Francisco. Since they and many of their friends regularly referred to Kerouac as the most talented writer among them, publishers began to express interest in the forlorn, unwanted manuscripts he carried in his rucksack wherever he went. 'On The Road' was finally published in 1957, and when it became a tremendous popular success Kerouac did not know how to react. Embittered by years of rejection, he was suddenly expected to snap to and play the part of Young Beat Icon for the public. He was older and sadder than everyone expected him to be, and probably far more intelligent as well. Literary critics, objecting to the Beat 'fad,' refused to take Kerouac seriously as a writer and began to ridicule his work, hurting him tremendously. Certainly the Beat Generation was a fad, Kerouac knew, but his own writing was not.

His sudden celebrity was probably the worst thing that could have happened to him, because his moral and spiritual decline in the next few years was shocking. Trying to live up to the wild image he'd presented in 'On The Road,' he developed a severe drinking habit that dimmed his natural brightness and aged him prematurely. His Buddhism failed him, or he failed it. He could not resist a drinking binge, and his friends began viewing him as needy and unstable. He published many books during these years, but most had been written earlier, during the early 50's when he could not find a publisher. He kept busy, appearing on TV shows, writing magazine articles and recording three spoken-word albums, but his momentum as a serious writer had been completely disrupted.

Like Kurt Cobain, another counter-culture celebrity who seemed to be truly (as opposed to fashionably) miserable, Kerouac expressed his unhappiness nakedly in his art and was not taken seriously. In 1961 he tried to break his drinking habit and rediscover his writing talents with a solitary nature retreat in Big Sur. Instead, the vast nature around him creeped him out and he returned to San Francisco to drink himself into oblivion. He was cracking up, and he laid out the entire chilling experience in his last great novel, 'Big Sur.'

Defeated and lonesome, he left California to live with his mother in Long Island, and would not stray from his mother for the rest of his life. He would continue to publish, and remained mentally alert and aware (though always drunken). But his works after 'Big Sur' displayed a disconnected soul, a human being sadly lost in his own curmudgeonly illusions.

Despite the 'beatnik' stereotype, Kerouac was a political conservative, especially when under the influence of his Catholic mother. As the beatniks of the 1950's began to yield their spotlight to the hippies of the 1960's, Jack took pleasure in standing against everything the hippies stood for. He supported the Vietnam War and became friendly with William F. Buckley.

Living alone with his mother in Northport, Long Island, Kerouac developed a fascinating set of habits. He stayed in his house most of the time and carried on a lifelong game of 'baseball' with a deck of playing cards. His drink of choice was a jug of the kind of cheap, sweet wine, Tokay or Thunderbird, usually preferred by winos. He became increasingly devoted to Catholicism, but his unusual Buddhist-tinged brand of Catholicism would hardly have met with the approval of the Pope.

Through his first forty years Kerouac had failed to sustain a long-term romantic relationship with a woman, though he often fell in love. He'd married twice, to Edie Parker and Joan Haverty, but both marriages had ended within months. In the mid-1960's he married again, but this time to a maternalistic and older childhood acquaintance from small-town Lowell, Stella Sampas, who he hoped would help around the house as his mother entered old age.

He moved back to Lowell with Stella and his mother, and then moved again with them to St. Petersburg, Florida. His health destroyed by drinking, he died at home in 1969. He was 47 years old. "