“I cannot write my native language and have no native home any more,” Kerouac wrote in 1950.
Despite, or perhaps because of, his anxiety over language, Kerouac developed an insatiable appetite for books.
In 1979 I published Desolate Angel/Jack Kerouac, the Beat Generation, and America.
In her kitchen hangs a sign that advertises pea soup, which she used to feed Kerouac.
It was an achievement that Kerouac never lived to enjoy, as he died three years before its release.
Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Neal Cassady came through for the booze, and Cassady actually died in SMA in 1968.