Obviously, we all know this book is a classic. Reading this was pure bliss! Reading this was meditating via reading. Reading this was a bibliophile orgasming. This is also the first book that I've read this year that I'm going with a five star rating.
The way Jack Kerouac put the Beat generation using his run-on sentences and easy-flowing paragraphs that famously came out of a type-written scroll is legendary. I haven't read a book in a long time that made me stay up an entire night just to continue reading.
The story, essentially a semi-autobiographical travelogue, in this book is simple, yet terrifically profound. While it's hard to explain the plot, It's about Sal Parasise's travel from New York to Denver, to Chicago, to San Francisco and to Mexico. And his interactions with his friends, most notably Dean Moriarty. There are innumerable other strangers who pop-in and pop-out of the story in almost all chapters.
I want to now review this book from a road-tripping fan's perspective. If you're a long distance road tripping fan, this book is the closest thing to actually road-tripping. Reading this book makes you wanna go on a road-trip, meet new people, get fresh air, speak in funny accents, drink new beer, eat different food (and Apple Pie, the food eaten this book most often e), laugh, cry, look at the unending sky, fly off the wild blue yonder. The book made me go on two long road-trips, and also visit the Loneliest Road in the US - US 50 in Nevada.
It also made me wonder about the times before the Interstate Highway System when the hippie road-tripper's primary way of traveling was in fact hitchhiking! How fun.
I wanna read this book again, and go road tripping again. The book is so good there's no way a movie based on this could justify the experience. The only thing that could add to and match the beauty of this book is the reader's own imagination.