ES's review
Big Sur
by Jack Kerouac
ES's review
Big Sur by Jack Kerouac
ES's review
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As Jack Kerouac goes to desolate Big Sur to sober up he not only temporarily pardons his liver, he pardons mine. I read this during the summer that I turned 21. It was a summer I would quit smoking and keep my drinking to well below the average newly minted 21-year-old. Maybe the old wino wisdom of Jack worked, but what sticks with me is the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks that compose Big Sur, CA. How could I read a book 7 years ago and only remember the sound of something I never heard? You got me, maybe I remember this book being better than it was. It has strange powers over me.
