Volume 4, Number 8 · May 20, 1965
Our Gang
By Robert Mazzocco
Desolation Angels
by Jack Kerouac
Coward McCann, 384 pp., $5.95
To my mind, Kerouac Country is the strangest stretch of the imagination any American has taken since Al Capp produced Dogpatch and Slobbovia. With the appearance of On the Road almost a decade ago, and the subsequent follow-up 'novels,' Kerouac Country became holy ground for a multitude of epigoni or publicists, and, of course, fair game for others. As anyone knows who has been there, the territory sprawls like a metaphysical comic strip, winding its way in and out of Buddha's navel, 'passing through' the neon-lit ant hills of Manhattan, the sun-lit highways of the Southwest, the summit happy camaraderie of Frisco, then back like a homing bird to New England, to Lowell, Massachusetts, to one's birthplace, one's roots.
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