I read On the Road four years ago and fell madly in love with Kerouac (in a strictly platonic way). For my birthday, my uncle sent me a copy of Vanity of Duluoz after I had talked with him casually about which authors made me laugh, which made me cry, and which left a totally different kind of mark on me (or, more precisely, which one). I can't say I have read anyone like Kerouac before, he is full of contradictions and uncouth edges . . . but he appeals to me in a way I can hardly describe. If I were banished to the moon, I would definitely bring Kerouac's collected works with me.
I haven't read Vanity of Duluoz yet, so any comments are sincerely welcomed.


). For my birthday, my uncle sent me a copy of Vanity of Duluoz after I had talked with him casually about which authors made me laugh, which made me cry, and which left a totally different kind of mark on me (or, more precisely, which one). I can't say I have read anyone like Kerouac before, he is full of contradictions and uncouth edges . . . but he appeals to me in a way I can hardly describe. If I were banished to the moon, I would definitely bring Kerouac's collected works with me.
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