Jack Kerouac. How cool can you get?
There he was, thirty-five years old, with a best-selling, epoch-making book to his credit. Not only that, he was as handsome as a movie star (Salvador Dali said he was far better-looking than 'Monsieur Brando').
Except, the man himself wasn't cool. He was shy. The sweating, bennie-popping key-tapper who wrote On the Road in a three-week stint on a roll of paper 120 feet long, was a studious individual.
Kenton Crowther's 3200-word article collects fresh and well-distilled thoughts and insights on the man who described the frenzied, kick-loving freakniks, coolsters and hipsters of the Beat Generation.
Buy it and read it in one.