And for that very reason, especially considering its serious and detrimental impact on western civilization, I definitely recommend that you read it, if you have not suffered that grave misfortune already. I could go into a lot more depth on this topic, but it's come to my attention that I've been using my horrible addiction to Bookster to avoid the many obligations and responsiblities of my daily life, to which I should now return. No, the real reason I hate this book so much is that it established a deeply retarded model of European-American male coolness that continues to plague our culture today. I mean, it was written in the fifties, and anyway, it's great that he was able to articulate these ideas so honestly. Please don't get me wrong! My disproportionately massive loathing for Jack Kerouac has zero to do with his unenlightened racial views. Keroac's ode to the sad-eyed Negro is actually an incredible, incredible example of. I'd be lying if I said there aren't parts of this book that're so bad they're good - good as in morbidly fascinating, in the manner of advanced-stage syphilis slides from seventh-grade health class. Lovely, Turman, but let's be clear: typing by itself is fairly innocuous - this book is so awful it's actually offensive, and even incredibly damaging. I deeply cherish but don't know that I fully agree with Truman Capote's assessment: that _ On the Road_ 'is not writing at all - it's typing.' This is probably the worst book I have ever finished, and I'm forever indebted to the deeply personality-disordered college professor who assigned it, because if it hadn't been for that class I never would've gotten through, and I gotta tell you, this is the book I love to hate.

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