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24 August 2010

Teaser Tuesday: On The Road by Jack Kerouac


Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:
* Grab your current read
* Open to a random page
* Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
* BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
* Share the title and author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

My Teasers: 


I wondered what the Spirit of the Mountain was thinking, and looked up and saw jackpines in the moon, and saw the ghosts of old miners, and wondered about it, in the whole eastern dark wall of the Divide this night there was silence and the whisper of the wind, except in the ravine where we roared; and on the other side of the Divide was the great Western Slope, and the big plateau that went to Steamboat Springs, and dropped, and led you to the Eastern Colorado desert and the Utah desert; all in darkness now as we fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess - across the night, eastward over the plains, where somewhere an old man with white hair was probably walking towards us with the Word, and would arrive any minute and make us silent.
Page 54 of On The Road by Jack Kerouac

2 comments:

Marg said...

I am not sure that I could read that! Seems a bit convoluted.

obsidiantears83 said...

It is! The reason I haven't finished it yet (aside from hating the characters with a vile passion) is the stream of consciousness. It can slip backwards and forwards in time in just the one sentance. It really is like you are sitting in a musty old bar with the author as an old man while he runs of at the mouth about his life.

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