There's quite a lot of pressure on me here. You see...this is number fifty of my goal of fifty blog posts. That's right-after this little gem, I'm done. I think I've talked a lot about storytelling and the importance of storytelling on my blog thus far, so I thought I'd continue that one last time by telling a story about one of my favorite storytellers-Jack Kerouac.
The boy who would become Beat Generation legend Jack Kerouac was born Jean-Louis Lebris de Kerouac in March of 1922 in a little industrial town called Lowell, Massachusetts. Lowell had once been a thriving textile-producing city, but by the 1920s it was dying and sinking into poverty. Jack's parents were immigrants from Quebec, Canada: so Jack spoke French before he did English. In 1926, Jack's beloved older brother, Gerard, died of rheumatic fever. This was a traumatizing experience for Jean-Louis that would both inspire and haunt his creative work.Â
In 1939, upon his completion of high school, Jack was to attend Columbia University with a football scholarship. There was a prerequisite for a year of preparatory school, however; and Jack had to move to Brooklyn to attend the Horace Mann School for Boys. At the school, he became very involved in the artsy scene, dedicating himself to jazz music and creative writing.
In 1940, Jack was ready for Columbia. He trained and played some football, but broke his leg in the first major game and was relegated to the bench for the rest of the year. When the coach refused to let Jack start playing at the start of his second year despite the fact that he was completely healed, Jack quit the team and also quit college.Â
He moved around a lot over the course of the next year, trying to figure out what he was going to make of himself. He went all up and down New England, tried out DC, and even ended up working on the construction crew for the Pentagon in Arlington. In 1942, Jack enlisted in the Navy. He was discharged after six months because he really did not like it (come on now, who's surprised by that?), but remained in the merchant marines for the duration of WWII.
While Jack was in the merchant marines, he was spending time in New York City again, around his old school, Columbia. It was here that he made friends with Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs; and together they would form the crux of the "Beat" poets and writers of the 1950s.Â
Ginsberg and Burroughs inspired and encouraged Jack to write as much as he could, and in this time period he actually wrote a piece, his first, called Town and City. As all of his work tended to be, this piece relied very heavily on autobiographical elements. It was well-received by the literary community, and this was very good for Jack.
It was also in this time period when Jack befriended Neal Cassady and developed his spiritual, journeying side. Jack and Neal went on frequent cross-country trips together while Jack tried to develop his writing style. Something he experimented with was an unbroken train of thought-Neal liked to use this style in his letters to Jack, and Jack in turn emulated it in his writing. On these trips, Jack started writing a novel on a scroll-a long, unbroken piece of parchment to truly bring to life the long, unbroken stream that is the human train of thought. When all was said and done, Jack Kerouac had written On the Road in a time span of three weeks.Â
When the Beats returned to New York, they were faced with great difficulty in finding a publisher for this epic work of Jack's. Everybody turned up their noses at the scroll! The novel was eventually published in 1957 and when it was, it became popular instantaneously.Â
It was because of this overnight success that Jack was able to enjoy the accomplishment of his following works: the Dharma Bums and the Subterraneans were both published in 1958, Dr. Sax, Mexico City Blues and Maggie Cassidy came out in 1959, Book of Dreams in 1961, Big Sur in 1962, Visions of Gerard in 1963, and Vanity of Duluoz in 1968. All of Jack's works were inspired by something he had experienced in his life. For example, the Dharma Bums follows Jack and Zen poet Gary Snyder on a spiritual, soul-searching journey across the mountains of California. And Visions of Gerard is a novel all about what would have happened in the life of Jack's brother Gerard had he not died at the early age of nine.Â
Sadly, though, Jack did not enjoy his new-found fame. He was one of those guys that produced art simply to produce art, so when he realized that his material was being commercialized and spectacleized, he began losing interest in the whole institution. He had also not enjoyed much success in the marriage department: he was married three times in the span of fifteen years.Â
He began drinking heavily and producing more dismal and negative works. Jack also abandoned his life on the road in the late 1950s to return to the East Coast to be with his mother. The overbearing, very Catholic presence of his mother caused Jack to become more and more politically conservative (he was a vocal supporter of the War in Vietnam), which was ironic because the hippies of the 1960s were born of Jack's Beats of the 1950s. And we all know the hippies didn't approve of the war. Jack also became increasingly more Catholic in his last years, abandoning his Buddhist beliefs developed in his years of spiritual journeying.Â
Jack moved with his mother and wife, Stella, to St. Petersburg, Florida, in 1969. Jack died later that year of an internal hemorrhage exacerbated by years of heavy drinking. He was 47 years old.Â
Why am I talking about Jack Kerouac on this blog? He's not particularly historically significant, nor is his story especially unique or enlightening. Well...I like him. First of all, he mentions my hometown of Frederick, MD in On the Road, and the first time I read it it made me supremely excited. Jack Kerouac apparently bought a belt from a hobo in my hometown!
But what's more, I find inspiration in the fact that Jack Kerouac used his life so much in his work. As it should have become clear to you over the last 49 posts, I really like to draw from my life and my experiences to help me with my material-even if it's more non-fiction than creative. I think it is really helpful to take into consideration that a little bit of the writer's soul is in every piece of writing because they dedicate themselves to it. And that is really how I feel about this blog.
You remember how I say that we need to know where we've been to know where we're headed? Well, for me, the bringing together of these different stories has kind of been like the "where have I been?" process for me. I'm figuring out my past and what causes me to be me.
I also appreciate Jack's free prose style of writing. Just like his work, the human brain has a constant train of thoughts. And consider history in this context-it is the long, unbroken scroll on which On the Road was written. Â The scroll, just like history, goes on and on. It doesn't have a break or a page turn...it just continues.Â
History truly is a story. And for us to know history, we must have storytellers that can find it within themselves to provide a little bit of soul to the reader so that they can somehow find enlightenment.
I hope that I have been able to be that enlightenment for you: I have certainly put my soul into the telling of history; and whether or not it's a good thing, I'm not stopping any time soon.Â
http://www.beatmuseum.org/kerouac/jackkerouac.html
http://www.biography.com/people/jack-kerouac-9363719?page=3
http://www.jackkerouac.com/home/bio/
http://www2.lib.unc.edu/rbc/Kerouac-exhib/bio.html
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/330760.The_Subterraneans
http://www.beatdom.com/?p=685