One star Amazon reviews of classic movies, music and literature. Today we take a look at On The Road:
I found my copy of On the Road lying on the side of the rode (irony, I know). At the time I had a female friend that was very enthusiastic about this book, so I decided to give it a try. After reading it I realized that I probably had the luck of finding it where I did because the previous owner had thrown it out the window in anger, frustration and disgust. This book is terrible. The writing is monotonous. It was a struggle for me to keep the pages turning. There is no plot, but rather Kerouac just strings together events. The characters are unlikeable and shallow. The book is entirely undeserving of its reputation. But despite that, I recommend you read it. Why? Because with more voices telling the honest truth about this book (that it stinks), fewer will be pressured into the “Kerouac Cult” by all the wanna-be counter-culture “intellectuals” that fawn over this kind of trash. So read it! It is your duty!
it really sucke
This book gets my nomination for the most overrated book in American Literature. It is trite, saccharine and false. The themes and insights it contains are not even good enough to be third rate. Moreover, as a prose stylist, Kerouac was probably fourth rate. In short, I despise this piece of [garbage] and would advise all of its hipster doofus fans to lose the tie-dye clothes and throw away their bongs. Maybe then they will read something good for a change.
Shave off your goatees all you wannabe beatniks, this book is no bible. It’s 200 dull pages about losers who spend most of their time waiting for something to happen. There’s no plot, no story. Just hipsters who are not all that hip
Grapes of Wrath meets Fear and Loathing (without the drugs). Dated and pointless.
After reading this book twice, I still have no clue as to why it is still being hailed as the “beatnik” generation bible. I mean, puh-leaze….. if I want to read about a bunch of idiotic, hormonal men driving around in a primitive attempt to get laid, I’ll just stop by the fraternity house. This is proof that men who dream of getting laid read about other men who dream about getting laid, and then praise them for being so gosh darn smart. What a waste of money… it does however make good toilet paper.
This is not what I thought it would be. I mean people rave about this book. Maybe it would be a big deal in the 50’s (although I dont see it raising too many eyebrows even back then.) I just dont see it. It’s the same thing over and over. “Lets move on cause I’m restless. Let’s find a ride and get to the other side of the U.S. for awhile. Lets do drugs and get drunk. OK now I’m bored here, lets go back.” There, now you dont have to read it. I’ve just given it all to you.
I read this book in the 80’s, back in the day when I had just discovered reading. I had high expectations. The book was part of a Contemporary Lit class, and I could not believe how boring it was. They would hitchhike, meet interesting characters, tell enough of the story to intrigue, and then they would move on, drinking, riding, and missing the big picture. The repitition, the blandness of what should have been an incredible journey, went on and on. Perhaps at the time it was written there was a little novelty. This book may be one of the most overrated of the 20th century.
all the poetic reviews were a setup. How could you people find this romantic? There are no great stories here. Only boredom. Watch paint dry. Thats as exciting as it gets hear. I hope you dont have to read a dry as dust book like this to tell you that being a drifter is fun. Cause if youre looking for insight, it aint here.
As far as I can tell, this book is about girls, hitchhiking, and partying. After 100 pages and no plot in sight, I put the book down. A total waste of time.