2 COPYRIGHT 1955 1957 BY JACK KEROUAC

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COPYRIGHT 1955 1957 BY JACK KEROUAC,ISSUED IN 1959 BY THE VIKING PRESS INC. 625 MADISON AVENUE NEW YORK N Y IOO22, Parts of Chapters 12 and 73 Book One appeared in The Paris Review under the title The. Mexican Girl parts of Chapters 10 and 14 Book Three in New World Writing Seven entitled. Jazz of the Beat Generation and an excerpt from Chapter 5 Book Four in New Directions 16. entitled A Billowy Trip in the World, Version 1 2 Proofed and Formatted by FRENCHIE November 2001. I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up I had just gotten over a serious illness that I. won t bother to talk about except that it had something to do with the miserably weary split up and. my feeling that everything was dead With the coming of Dean Moriarty began the part of my life you. could call my life on the road Before that I d often dreamed of going West to see the country. always vaguely planning and never taking off Dean is the perfect guy for the road because he. actually was born on the road when his parents were passing through Salt Lake City in 1926 in a. jalopy on their way to Los Angeles First reports of him came to me through Chad King who d. shown me a few letters from him written in a New Mexico reform school I was tremendously. interested in the letters because they so naively and sweetly asked Chad to teach him all about. Nietzsche and all the wonderful intellectual things that Chad knew At one point Carlo and I talked. about the letters and wondered if we would ever meet the strange Dean Moriarty This is all far. back when Dean was not the way he is today when he was a young jailkid shrouded in mystery. Then news came that Dean was out of reform school and was coming to New York for the first. time also there was talk that he had just married a girl called Marylou. One day I was hanging around the campus and Chad and Tim Gray told me Dean was staying in. a cold water pad in East Harlem the Spanish Harlem Dean had arrived the night before the first. time in New York with his beautiful little sharp chick Marylou they got off the Greyhound bus at. 50th Street and cut around the corner looking for a place to eat and went right in Hector s and since. then Hector s cafeteria has always been a big symbol of New York for Dean They spent money on. beautiful big glazed cakes and creampuffs, All this time Dean was telling Marylou things like this Now darling here we are in New York. and although I haven t quite told you everything that I was thinking about when we crossed Missouri. and especially at the point when we passed the Booneville reformatory which reminded me of my jail. problem it is absolutely necessary now to postpone all those leftover things concerning our personal. lovethings and at once begin thinking of specific worklife plans and so on in the way that he had. in those early days, I went to the cold water flat with the boys and Dean came to the door in his shorts Marylou was.
jumping off the couch Dean had dispatched the occupant of the apartment to the kitchen probably. to make coffee while he proceeded with his loveproblems for to him sex was the one and only holy. and important thing in life although he had to sweat and curse to make a living and so on You saw. that in the way he stood bobbing his head always looking down nodding like a young boxer to. instructions to make you think he was listening to every word throwing in a thousand Yeses and. That s rights My first impression of Dean was of a young Gene Autry trim thin hipped blue. eyed with a real Oklahoma accent a sideburned hero of the snowy West In fact he d just been. working on a ranch Ed Wall s in Colorado before marrying Marylou and coming East Marylou. was a pretty blonde with immense ringlets of hair like a sea of golden tresses she sat there on the. edge of the couch with her hands hanging in her lap and her smoky blue country eyes fixed in a wide. stare because she was in an evil gray New York pad that she d heard about back West and waiting. like a longbodied emaciated Modigliani surrealist woman in a serious room But outside of being a. sweet little girl she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things That night we all drank. beer and pulled wrists and talked till dawn and in the morning while we sat around dumbly smoking. butts from ashtrays in the gray light of a gloomy day Dean got up nervously paced around thinking. and decided the thing to do was to have Marylou make breakfast and sweep the floor In other. words we ve got to get on the ball darling what I m saying otherwise it ll be fluctuating and lack of. true knowledge or crystallization of our plans Then I went away. During the following week he confided in Chad King that he absolutely had to learn how to write. from him Chad said I was a writer and he should come to me for advice Meanwhile Dean had. gotten a job in a parking lot had a fight with Marylou in their Hoboken apartment God knows why. they went there and she was so mad and so down deep vindictive that she reported to the police. some false trumped up hysterical crazy charge and Dean had to lam from Hoboken So he had no. place to live He came right out to Paterson New Jersey where I was living with my aunt and one. night while I was studying there was a knock on the door and there was Dean bowing shuffling. obsequiously in the dark of the hall and saying Hello you remember me Dean Moriarty I ve. come to ask you to show me how to write, And where s Marylou I asked and Dean said she d apparently whored a few dollars together. and gone back to Denver the whore So we went out to have a few beers because we couldn t. talk like we wanted to talk in front of my aunt who sat in the living room reading her paper She. took one look at Dean and decided that he was a madman. In the bar I told Dean Hell man I know very well you didn t come to me only to want to. become a writer and after all what do I really know about it except you ve got to stick to it with the. energy of a benny addict And he said Yes of course I know exactly what you mean and in fact. all those problems have occurred to me but the thing that I want is the realization of those factors. that should one depend on Schopenhauer s dichotomy for any inwardly realized and so on in. that way things I understood not a bit and he himself didn t In those days he really didn t know. what he was talking about that is to say he was a young jailkid all hung up on the wonderful. possibilities of becoming a real intellectual and he liked to talk in the tone and using the words but in. a jumbled way that he had heard from real intellectuals although mind you he wasn t so naive. as that in all other things and it took him just a few months with Carlo Marx to become completely. in there with all the terms and jargon Nonetheless we understood each other on other levels of. madness and I agreed that he could stay at my house till he found a job and furthermore we agreed. to go out West sometime That was the winter of 1947. One night when Dean ate supper at my house he already had the parking lot job in New York. he leaned over my shoulder as I typed rapidly away and said Come on man those girls won t wait. make it fast, I said Hold on just a minute I ll be right with you soon as I finish this chapter and it was one. of the best chapters in the book Then I dressed and off we flew to New York to meet some girls. As we rode in the bus in the weird phosphorescent void of the Lincoln Tunnel we leaned on each. other with fingers waving and yelled and talked excitedly and I was beginning to get the bug like. Dean He was simply a youth tremendously excited with life and though he was a con man he was. only conning because he wanted so much to live and to get involved with people who would. otherwise pay no attention to him He was conning me and I knew it for room and board and how. to write etc and he knew I knew this has been the basis of our relationship but I didn t care. and we got along fine no pestering no catering we tiptoed around each other like heartbreaking. new friends I began to learn from him as much as he probably learned from me As far as my work. was concerned he said Go ahead everything you do is great He watched over my shoulder as I. wrote stories yelling Yes That s right Wow Man and Phew and wiped his face with his. handkerchief Man wow there s so many things to do so many things to write How to even. begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung up on like literary inhibitions and. grammatical fears, That s right man now you re talking And a kind of holy lightning I saw flashing from his. excitement and his visions which he described so torrentially that people in buses looked around to. see the overexcited nut In the West he d spent a third of his time in the poolhall a third in jail and. a third in the public library They d seen him rushing eagerly down the winter streets bareheaded. carrying books to the poolhall or climbing trees to get into the attics of buddies where he spent days. reading or hiding from the law, We went to New York I forget what the situation was two colored girls there were no girls. there they were supposed to meet him in a diner and didn t show up We went to his parking lot. where he had a few things to do change his clothes in the shack in back and spruce up a bit in front. of a cracked mirror and so on and then we took off And that was the night Dean met Carlo Marx. A tremendous thing happened when Dean met Carlo Marx Two keen minds that they are they took. to each other at the drop of a hat Two piercing eyes glanced into two piercing eyes the holy con. man with the shining mind and the sorrowful poetic con man with the dark mind that is Carlo Marx. From that moment on I saw very little of Dean and I was a little sorry too Their energies met head. on I was a lout compared I couldn t keep up with them. The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then it would mix up all my friends. and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American Night Carlo told him of Old Bull. Lee Elmer Hassel Jane Lee in Texas growing weed Hassel on Riker s Island Jane wandering on. Times Square in a benzedrine hallucination with her baby girl in her arms and ending up in Bellevue. And Dean told Carlo of unknown people in the West like Tommy Snark the clubfooted poolhall. rotation shark and cardplayer and queer saint He told him of Roy Johnson Big Ed Dunkel his. boyhood buddies his street buddies his innumerable girls and sex parties and pornographic. pictures his heroes heroines adventures They rushed down the street together digging everything. in the early way they had which later became so much sadder and perceptive and blank But then. they danced down the streets like dingledodies and I shambled after as I ve been doing all my life. after people who interest me because the only people for me are the mad ones the ones who are. mad to live mad to talk mad to be saved desirous of everything at the same time the ones who. never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn burn burn like fabulous yellow roman candles. exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and. everybody goes Awww What did they call such young people in Goethe s Germany Wanting. dearly to learn how to write like Carlo the first thing you know Dean was attacking him with a great. amorous soul such as only a con man can have Now Carlo let me speak here s what I m. saying I didn t see them for about two weeks during which time they cemented their relationship. to fiendish allday allnight talk proportions, Then came spring the great time of traveling and everybody in the scattered gang was getting.
ready to take one trip or another I was busily at work on my novel and when I carne to the halfway. mark after a trip down South with my aunt to visit my brother Rocco I got ready to travel West for. the very first time, Dean had already left Carlo and I saw him off at the 34th Street Greyhound station Upstairs. they had a place where you could make pictures for a quarter Carlo took off his glasses and looked. sinister Dean made a profile shot and looked coyly around I took a straight picture that made me. look like a thirty year old Italian who d kill anybody who said anything against his mother This. picture Carlo and Dean neatly cut down the middle with a razor and saved a half each in their. wallets Dean was wearing a real Western business suit for his big trip back to Denver he d finished. his first fling in New York I say fling but he only worked like a dog in parking lots The most. fantastic parking lot attendant in the world he can back a car forty miles an hour into a tight squeeze. and stop at the wall jump out race among fenders leap into another car circle it fifty miles an hour. in a narrow space back swiftly into tight spot hump snap the car with the emergency so that you. see it bounce as he flies out then clear to the ticket shack sprinting like a track star hand a ticket. leap into a newly arrived car before the owner s half out leap literally under him as he steps out start. the car with the door flapping and roar off to the next available spot arc pop in brake out run. working like that without pause eight hours a night evening rush hours and after theater rush hours. in greasy wino pants with a frayed fur lined jacket and beat shoes that flap Now he d bought a new. suit to go back in blue with pencil stripes vest and all eleven dollars on Third Avenue with a. One night when Dean ate supper at my house he already had the parking lot job in New York he leaned over my shoulder as I typed rapidly away and said Come on man those girls won t wait make it fast I said Hold on just a minute I ll be right with you soon as I finish this chapter and it was one of the best chapters in the

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