Wednesday, September 25, 2013

BABY DRIVER: A STORY ABOUT MYSELF by Jan Kerouac

Stopped Reading Tu 9/24/13

My post at Goodreads-

I tried to get through this novel several years ago and couldn't make it to the end. And this time, I fared no better. Obviously she isn't her father, and although she doesn't try to duplicate Kerouac's literary fluency, she never makes the case that her life story merits a book. Unfortunately what makes her interesting is her relationship to her famous father, and she (through no fault of her own) never had much to do with the man. I found her 'hippie' adventures quite commonplace, and I personally know people who led more interesting lives during the turbulent 60's. Why would she choose to write a 'road book' when her father has already crafted a classic of the genre? Her life might have merited documentation had she chosen a lifestyle and career altogether different from 'The Kerouac Brand'. Maybe if Jan Kerouac had made a career in the US Marines or became a successful executive in a flashy Madison Avenue advertising agency she would have delivered something of her own instead of only dishing up a very pale imitation of her father's life work.

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