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#1968Club – the ones that got away…

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Well, that was fun! What an amazing array of books 1968 turned out to produce – truly a bumper year for publishing it seems. In the end I had terrible trouble deciding which books to choose (compounded by the fact that I was away the week before, and also spent much of October reading “Crime and Punishment” so couldn’t really prepare). Inevitably, there were some that got away, and these are the most significant:

There were many, many more I could have chosen to read, but I was trying to draw mainly from books I already owned, and there were a surprising amount from 1968 which I hadn’t actually got to yet. I think I actually bought two for the week – the Helen MacInnes and the new copy of the Kerouac – and typically they weren’t ones I read…

Which ones do I regret missing out on? These two, really:

The Brautigan is one I really wanted to return to; I love his work dearly, first coming across it in my late teens, and I’ve gone back to his books many times over the years. In fact, I had a complete chronological re-read pre-blog and it was marvellous. I’m sure I’ll read him again, though probably not for one of our reading years unless I’m lucky.

And I bought a nice new copy of “Vanity of Duluoz” to revisit as my ancient Quartet copy from back in the 1970s is getting very brown and crumbly. I probably have a more complex reaction to Kerouac’s work nowadays, but I still wanted to revisit this one. We shall see…

So – how was 1968 for you? Any books you wish you’d got to, any that didn’t turn out as planned?  Don’t forget to leave any links to your reading on the 1968 page. And just because the week is over, doesn’t mean we should stop reading books from what really was a stellar year! 🙂

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The Current State of June’s Reading Plans

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(or as we might call it, FAILURE!)

It’s not that I haven’t managed to read much this month – on the contrary, I’ve got through two chunksters and a number of other volumes. What has gone slightly wrong is the planned reading – I never have responded well to literary commitments, but thought I might get by with just a monthly read of a Pym and likewise a Powell.

(pic courtesy bubblecow.net)

(pic courtesy bubblecow.net)

However, June has not been a success. I haven’t gone near a Pym and have only just begun this month’s Powell, “The Kindly Ones”. So dare I risk making plans for July? Well, yes. I should finish the Powell not too far into July, and then I hope to read another Kerouac (“The Dharma Bums” – a re-read), then one of the Pyms, then “Hotel du Lac” for Ali’s Brookner read-along and then the other Pym. Phew! Then I shall have a lie-down in a darkened room.

Watch this space to see how things pan out! 🙂

June Reading Event: The Beats of Summer

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Today sees the start of roofbeamreader’s Beats of Summer reading event and I’m really pleased to be taking part. As I’ve said in the past, I came of age reading the Beats in my late teens living in smalltown England and their books have a special place in my heart.

At present, I definitely plan to read “Wake Up” and “The Sea is My Brother”, both Kerouac titles which are new to me. After that, I’m not sure – I re-read the whole of Richard Brautigan’s oeuvre a couple of summer’s back, and loved the lot all over again, but I wonder if it is too soon to go back to his work? We shall see – watch this space!

The Beats of Summer: A Reading Event!

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Roof Beam Reader has announced a wonderful reading event for June/July whereby we read as many books by or about Beat writers as possible – more info here!

(illustration courtesy of The Guardian)

(illustration courtesy of The Guardian)

As someone who’s read and loved the Beats since my teens I’m really happy to join in this event. I haven’t decided what books I’ll tackle, although as I’ve yet to read Kerouac’s long-lost first novel, The Sea is My Brother, I think this would be a good one to read. I also might well re-read The Dharma Bums, which was the first book of his I ever came across. Watch this space for more information!

Recent Reads: On The Road The Original Scroll by Jack Kerouac

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“What’s your road, man?— holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It’s an anywhere road for anybody anyhow.”

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One of the highlights of last year for me was my trip to London, when I visited the British Library to see the scroll manuscript of Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road”.

I first came across Kerouac and his beat colleagues in the late 1970s when I was just a teenager, via a friend at college, Joan Swain. Joan loaned me a copy of his book “The Dharma Bums” (which still has a special place in my heart as it was the first one of his works I had read). I soon progressed to “On The Road” and since have read just about everything published by the man. I knew nothing of the mythology surrounding these people at the time, but just loved the vision they gave me of freedom and the wider world and the beautiful meditations on life and the cosmos. So I’d class him as one of my favourite writers by a long chalk – which makes the idea of his original manuscript for OTR rather exciting!

There can be few readers of the beats who do not know the myth of the writing of OTR. Kerouac took an immensely long scroll of teletype paper, sat at a typewriter for days and bashed the book out in one go in a drug fuelled frenzy. Well, actually that’s not quite the truth as with so many myths, and the extensive introductions to this volume give a much more sober and factual background to the composition of the work. For a start, it wasn’t teletype paper, it was sheets of thin art paper taped together by Kerouac to make one long roll, not teletype paper – which I can attest to as I’ve seen the taped together sheets! Kerouac always denied there were drugs involved and claimed he was fuelled by coffee. And he didn’t pull the book straight out of his mind as he was working from copious notes in the many little notebooks he carried. They say the myth is often better than the truth, but in this case I don’t think so. No-one could have gone through the experiences Kerouac describes and remember them for years and then pull this work out of nowhere – frankly, it’s a good thing he had the notebooks to record it all! That said, what about the volume presented here?

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Firstly, we get about 100 pages of detailed introductions from four writers: Howard Cunnell, Penny Vlagopoulos, George Mouratidis and Joshua Kupetz (Cunnell is responsible also for the editing of the ms). These are actually excellent pieces in their own right, putting OTR in context, reclaiming it from the cliché it has become and giving very detailed background information on the composition of the book. I actually was unaware that it had been through so many manuscript versions. I also hadn’t appreciated the amount of editing and censoring that had gone on out of Kerouac’s control, so that it was actually turned into something that the publishers thought they could put out in conservative 1950s America. Apparently Kerouac didn’t even see a galley proof so had no idea of what the final form of the book would be. So in many ways, what is presented here is a purer form of OTR, closest to Kerouac’s original vision of the work.

Cunnell makes much of Kerouac’s struggle to reject traditional European novel structures and find his authentic American voice. However, this is a little disingenuous as by the late 1940s Kerouac already had many years of European modernism (Joyce, Pound et al) to draw  upon. It seems more a case of JK trying to decide what, from his very fertile mind, he actually wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. Cunnell even quotes from Kerouac where he acknowledges “Joyce, Celine, Dosty [Dostoevsky] and Proust” so it is not as if we was unaware of this type of writing.This is not to take anything away from Kerouac’s achievement here – much of American society was still stultifyingly boring and conventional and Cunnell puts OTR and its effect in context marvellously.  And Vlagopolous reminds us: “The breaking-point intensity of much of Kerouac’s writing, which often asks the reader to linger between intellectual assessment and emotional release, evinces just how much was at stake for Kerouac in constructing a vocabulary that could adequately account for the relationship between the individual and the nation.” Kerouac’s intensity is never in doubt – as he is quoted as saying in 1949 very presciently, “Is this the way the world is going to end – in indifference?”

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The revelation of how much cutting and editing took place, because of possible libel claims and obscenity charges is amazing – particularly when we think of the no-holds-barred media we have today. In many ways the finished book is very different in structure from the scroll and went through several ms versions. But Kerouac would be no kind of writer if he did not edit and revise; what he published was shaped by the forces of publishers, editors, agents and what the public would accept.

The transcription of the scroll itself runs to about 300 pages, with a guess at what the end would be like from other manuscripts, as the original was chewed by a dog at some point. For those who don’t know, OTR tells of a series of adventures that took place in the late 1940s when Kerouac, Cassidy and a varying assortment of friends crisscrossed the American continent (and indeed down to Mexico) in a series of trips mainly by car, bus and hitching. They are in search of something undefinable and in fact the quest seems more about the journey than the arrival:

“… the purity of moving and getting somewhere, no matter where and as fast as possible and with as much excitement and digging of all things as possible.”

And quest is a relevant word here, because although Kerouac may have been drawing on modernist texts and searching for an authentic American voice, human being are by nature questing beasts – there is a whole strand of literature stretching for centuries from Don Quixote backwards. And the context may be modern but Kerouac’s constant referencing of the Old West and cowboy myths hints that OTR is the continuum of the drive westwards of the American pioneers who were fired just as much by the need to constantly move further on and further in. During the travels of Kerouac and co. they encounter drink, drugs, sex and philosophy – but however much bad behaviour goes on, JK always reaches into the heart of his deeply conservative soul and sees the deeper side of things. One of the introductions refers to his Janus-like nature which is spot on.

As for divergences between the two texts – well the obvious one, to start with, is the use of real names – all of Kerouac’s cronies, from Neal Cassady himself through Allan Ginsberg, Lucien Carr, Al Hinkle et al are given their proper monikers. This isn’t a crucial issue but it stops you from spending ages trying to remind yourself which alias is who! The book, despite the hype, does have punctuation but not paragraphs or page breaks or conventional structure. This didn’t cause me any problems at all and I sped through the book feeling slightly as if I was on the road myself. This is one of the joys of the scroll – it’s very immediate and intimate, so you get a kind of rush while following the story of Kerouac and Cassady racing back and forth across the American continent and having adventures. However, despite its ‘stream-of-consciousness’ label, the prose is not as unstructured as, say, “The Subterraneans” which has a similar feel to this volume.

The sexual content is a little more explicit than the original published version, though is actually very mild (particularly by today’s standards) and it’s useful to remind yourself of the introduction’s comments about right-wing America in the 50s to recall how shocking this would have been. Major differences? – well, I haven’t read the original for many years now, but I had a quick look at certain sections in both volumes, and it seems to me that the bones of the story, most of the events experienced on the road are basically the same. Cunnell notes in his introduction several scenes that were excised from the final version and these are wonderful in their own right – particularly a funny visit to Bill Burroughs. But what is different is the perception of the events, and also in many ways my perception of the characters. It may be that my view is coloured by the intervening years since I read the original, but the scroll feels to me a much darker book, and most importantly, it strongly debunks the myth of Neal Cassady.

Cassady and Kerouac

Cassady and Kerouac

As the introductions remind us, over the years Kerouac built up the persona of Neal Cassady as some kind of holy saint of beatdom. The scroll ms. shows their relationship somewhat differently – Kerouac seems less worshipful of Cassady at times, and at one point seems apprehensive of his arrival on the scene in Denver:

“I was having good times with the Denver kids and lounging around and getting ready to go to Mexico when suddenly Brierly called me one night and said, ‘Well Jack, guess who’s coming to Denver?’ I had no idea. ‘He’s on his way already, I got this news from my grapevine. Neal bought a car and is coming out to join you.’ Suddenly I had a vision of Neal, a burning shuddering frightful Angel palpitating towards me across the road, approaching like a cloud, with enormous speed, pursuing me like the Shrouded Stranger on the plain, bearing down on me… It came like wrath to the West. I knew Neal had gone mad again.”

(Admittedly, this scene is in the published version, but its impact is not so strong). Kerouac clearly shows Cassady deteriorating as the years go by and there is also more implied criticism of his way of life. The differences between their two natures is shown more clearly in the scroll – they are both on the road and both running, but Kerouac is running in search of something; the undefinable IT, some kind of meaning to life; whereas Cassady is running away – from jail, from Denver memories, from attempts to get him to settle down, from wives and children. His dark, self-destructive side is stronger in this version and therefore more realistic. Similarly, we see Kerouac’s dual nature more strongly revealed: he is attracted and repelled by the madness of Neal on the road, and retreats back into a dream of domesticity. At the end of the book the two figures are dramatically contrasted – Jack and his wife off to a concert with friends in a nice car, while a (literally) beat and incoherent Neal is off somewhere again.

OTR and the ‘beat generation’ have become very much commodified over the years, which is inevitable with any kind of ‘movement’. As Penny Vlagopolous says: “Kerouac witnessed first hand the absurd trajectories of avant-garde cultural movements which often stray from the fundamental ideas that spawn them. He understood how the radical potential of art becomes sanitized in shadow versions that distil the critiques behind the original creative articulations.”  A glance at some stills of squeaky-clean pretty looking hitchhikers from the new OTR movie told me enough to know that I didn’t want to see it…..  What the scroll has done has taken me back to the first thrill and intoxication of reading OTR; and also has let me see it anew for the remarkable work of art it is. I loved this book all over again, for its life, its energy, its philosophy, its vision of the vastness of America, its poetry:

“The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come then began which would mix up all my friends and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American night…”

My original Penguin "On the Road"

My original Penguin “On the Road”

So which version should you read? Well both I would say – for a dark portrait of Kerouac’s life in the late 1940s, and the nascent figures of the beat generation, go for the scroll; but for a more conventionally structured novel which will still tell you the same tale, the published OTR is best.

Christmas Bookish Lovelies!

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Not content with spoiling me on my recent birthday, my family and friends provided me with some treats at Christmas too! First up are three rather nice volumes from OH, all of which are parts of ongoing serial-types:

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I’ve read all Mankell’s Wallander series and also all of Brandreth’s Oscar Wilde series, so both of these were well received. The Nicola Upson “Josephine Tey”  books are new to me but I’ve been wanting to read them for a while as I love Tey’s books.  However, OH seems to have presented me with book four, which is a perfect excuse to track down the other three….!

Next up, some gifts from Eldest Child:

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I confess to being a great lover of Cath Kidston, and a wannabee-sewer so her “Sew!” book may come in handy! As for the cookbook – I’ve been vegetarian since I was 18 and have drifted in and out of veganism many times (always being seduced by damn cheese) – but I think my health would benefit from the shift back to veganism so this is a rather timely gift.

Youngest Child came up with something very lovely too:

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As I’m a huge fan of Sylvia Plath, this book about her visual artwork is of course essential – very excited!

And finally the in-laws, under instruction from OH, provided this:

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Of course, I was lucky enough to see the actual Scroll on its recent visit to the British Library so I was very excited to receive this volume. I confess, it’s the first one I picked up from the lot to read! Thanks, lovely family!

And a last-minute addition from an old friend, V:

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I do love the original Holmes stories and have read some offshoot books, so I’m hoping this will be good! Thanks, V!

What about you? Were you spoiled this Yule?

A Visit to London – and Persephone Books!

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Back in the 1980s, I used to spend regular weekends meeting a friend or two in London for a day trawling around the bookshops int he Charing Cross Road area. In those days (ahem) we didn’t have things like the Internet (!) so the tracking down of rare or unusual volumes for a collection was much more involved. Of course, we did have the advantage of a lot more second-hand bookshops generally – I used to work in Salisbury and there were lots (which I’ve blogged about before). Nowadays, it’s all Internet shopping, which is great for a quick fix but does take a little of the thrill of the chase out of it.

The friend I used to book shop with most was Jools, and although we keep in regular touch still I haven’t actually met up with her for about 13 years (when the sprogs were small). But things came together quite serendipitously recently – OH told me about the Jack Kerouac “On The Road manuscript scroll being exhibited at the British Library, which I felt I must see; I was overdue for a visit to my brother and family in south London; and YC needed a trip away in half term. So I contacted J. to see if she was available at all and fortunately enough, this weekend was the one time she was free in about a month! Obviously the stars were right and so we arranged to meet at Waterloo station under the clock at 10.30 a.m.

I did wonder a little whether we would recognise each other after all these years and how we would find spending a day together. I needn’t have worried – we knew each other straight away and it was like we had only had a day in London together a week ago! YC very patiently accompanied us round central London (she’s the perfect shopping companion!) and the weather blessed us – cold but bright and sunny.

We started off our trek at the bottom of Charing Cross Road. A number of lovely Library Thing members on the Virago group had kindly made some recommendations of likely book shops and the first one we came to was Any Amount of Books. This is a super shop with a great array of second-hand paperbacks but I did restrain myself and just came away with these two volumes:

I’m particularly fond of this design of Penguin Simenon which was about when I was buying them in the 1970s and 1980s. There were Penguin Colettes with a similar sort of French font design and these are equally lovely – I have many in my library already!

Next stop was Henry Pordes a door or two up the road. This shop seems to have bad press for rude staff – we didn’t encounter anything like this here, just some slightly fussed gentlemen who were quite courteous. The basement paperbacks had a *lot* of Viragos and reasonably priced ones too, so I had to be selective – and just bought these:

I was pleased to find the Beryl Markham as I am trying to fill in my Virago Travellers and this was in lovely condition.

We ambled on further up Charing Cross Road, having quite a reminisce about the bookshops we recalled from the past, including the lovely “Murder One” store which specialised in crime – much missed, alas. There are of course a fraction of the tree book stores there used to be in the area – there were several specialist ones, including Silver Moon which was a woman-only shop specialising in feminist literature – not sure they’d be able to get away with that any more (tho’ if there can be men-only clubs I don’t see why there can’t be women-only bookshops!)

Next stop was Foyles. This was a place we avoided in the past because in the 1970s and 1980s it was a hard place to find a book you were searching for! All the volumes were displayed by publisher and it seemed to be inordinately complicated trying to track down which floor your book was on and if it was in stock. Nowadays it’s been modernised and laid out nicely and is actually a lovely place to browse. I very rarely buy a new book nowadays (these go on Christmas and birthday lists) but there were some lovely classics in hardback and a lot of NYRB volumes as well. It was nice to be able to actually pick these up and have a flick through them to see if the book was one you would read – I miss being able to do that online, and not everything you’re interested in is browsable on Amazon. Amazingly, J and I did not buy – although YC did a bit of Christmas shopping and indulged her passion for Batman graphic novels!

As the day was getting on and we were starting to think of lunch, we followed J to a rather lovely little cafe she had been recommended near the British Museum. I always love being in this part of London anyway, as I feel spiritually close to Virginia Woolf here and like to imagine her stalking the streets, thinking up her latest wonderful sentences. Anyway, the cafe was a little Vietnamese place tucked away down a side street (and I’ve forgotten the name for the moment!) but it’s highly recommended. We enjoyed Sweet Potato Noodles, sushi rolls, fritters and miso soup – all veggie and all reasonably priced. Yum!

Somewhat refreshed, we headed off in search of the nearby Oxfam bookshop. The first thing we spotted was a Persephone – “The Closed Door and other stories” by Dorothy Whipple! This was complete with bookmark and J. started reading the first page and got hooked so we decided she should have this one. J. is a recent convert to Persephone – I wrote to her and rambled on so much about how wonderful “Miss Pettigrew” was she got it out of the library and loved it. YC found some sociology based Viragos for her studies so the Oxfam was judged a success.

Our next destination was the Persephone Shop, which was a bit of a walk but the weather was still great so off we trotted. We made a quick detour to a lovely bookbinding supply shop that J. is very fond of, and drooled over all the wonderful handmade paper and journals. The Persephone Shop was easier to find than we thought it might and was quite busy. It was a little smaller than I expected but very lovely inside and the piles of grey volumes were *so* appealing! Being able to browse the books was lovely to and I came away with this:

It is, although you can’t see, Diana Gardner’s “The Woman Novelist”. I wanted to get this for a particular reason as many, MANY years ago J. and I were involved in the running of the Mervyn Peake Society. Gardner was a friend of the Peakes and we met her at a memorial service we attended for Peake’s wife Maeve Gilmore. She was quite inspirational (Gardner that is) – off to the country painting and refusing to conform to age or society’s expectation of women. So it seemed appropriate I should buy this book today. J. wanted her own copy of “MIss Pettigrew” but also ended up getting “Making Tea for Mr. Rochester” so we clubbed together to take advantage of the 3 for £30 offer. Here is a somewhat fuzzy pic of us outside the shop – J. is on the left with the red skirt:

Frankly, at our age, we’re quite happy with blurry pix!

After all this excitement, and with a short hop into the nearby Lambs Bookshop, we set off to search for Skoob, another LT recommendation. We stumbled into a rather modern precinct in Brunswick Square, with a bookstall in the middle that turned out to be related to Skoob and the helpful lady pointed us in the right direction (only after I had found another couple of interesting items):

Skoob is underground and rather wonderful (if a little more expensive than some of the other places we have visited). Their Penguins in particular are great and I’m afraid that I filled quite a few holes in my collection here:

(Some green Maigrets I don’t have.)


(A few orange Penguins – Powells and a Snow I am missing.)

I could of course have gone much madder here but budget and weight of the backpack got in the way. After all this mad spending, we decided it was time for a free treat and headed off the British Library to see the scroll.

I confess I was inordinately excited about this. “On the Road” is a book I first encountered in my teens, and it sent me off on a huge voyage of discovery with all the beat writers. I’ve read and revisited the beats many times over the years and it felt actually quite important to me that I should see this manuscript while it was in the UK. Also, I must confess I’ve never actually been into the best library in the world (!) so that was another consideration. The BL is very impressive, I have to say – when you walk into the lobby and see floors of rare books ascending up into the ceiling, behind glass, it kind of takes your breath away. The scroll was impressive too – it’s just a simple little exhibition with some pictures, quotes, timelines and the like, and part of the scroll extended and laid out under glass for you to look at. Gave me a little thrill seeing the original typewriting and his hand-written amendments, I must say. After reading and inwardly absorbing for a while, it was time for a lovely latte and a sit down as we had done a *lot* of walking. The bookshop at the BL is pretty fab too, and there is a permanent exhibition of Treasures from the British Library which we are determined to go back and see.

Finally, we popped off to Shaftesbury Avenue to indulge YC with a visit to Forbidden Planet. She is a bit of a gamer (as well as a reader) and so we felt it only fair to give her free rein after she had so patiently trudged around bookish places with us. This turned out to be a vaguely interesting visit as we got talking about classic “Doctor Who” (not the modern abomination) with some guys who it turns out attended many of the DW conventions that J. and  did in the 1980s – and in fact the one at which we met at Longleat in 1983 (but that’s another very long story…..)

After which it was time to say goodbye to J. and head off to our various trains home. I won’t talk about our journey, involving as it did changes and connecting buses – suffice to say it was good to be home!

We had a fabby time in the Big Smoke – not only the lovely book shopping, but the good company, catching up with an old friend and visiting the BL. It’s too long since I did this kind of trip and I’m certainly not going to leave it so long next time!

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