Wednesday, March 20, 2019

20th sentence of the 20th book



The 20th book on my Kerouac bookshelf is Jack Kerouac's Orpheus Emerged (iBooks, 2003), and the 20th sentence (in honor of today being the 20th day of the month) is:
He could always manage to conceal his feelings. (p. 19)

I don't know where this project is going, but at its conclusion -- when I pull all 31 sentences together in one place -- we'll find out. So far I have only missed one day in March -- the 1st -- so if I can keep up the daily streak we will finish on April 1. What better day to finish a silly numerology project than on April Fools' Day?

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

19th sentence of the 19th book



The 19th book on my Kerouac bookshelf is another copy of Jack Kerouac's Vanity of Duluoz (Penguin Books, 1994), and the 19th sentence (in honor of today being the 19th day of the month) is:
But in my first sandlot game in 1935, about October, no such crowd: it was early Saturday morning, my gang had challenged the so-and-so team from Rosemont, yes, in fact it was the Dracut Tigers (us) versus the Rosemont Tigers, Tigers everywhere, we'd challenged them in the Lowell Sun newspaper in a little article written in by our team captain, Scotcho Boldieu and edited by myself: 'Dracut Tigers, age 13 to 15, challenge any football team age 13 to 15, to a game in Dracut Tigers field or any field Saturday Morning.' (p. 11)

 By the way, it's pronounced DUE-loo-ahz and it's one of my favorite Kerouac books.


Monday, March 18, 2019

18th sentence of the 18th book

Neal Cassady (Cody Pomeray in Visions of Cody) (L) and Jack Kerouac (R)

The 18th book on my Kerouac bookshelf is another copy of Jack Kerouac's Visions of Cody (Penguin Books, 1993), and the 18th sentence (in honor of today being the 18th day of the month) is:
IN THE AUTUMN OF 1951 I began thinking of Cody Pomeray, thinking of Cody Pomeray. (p. 5)

Brownie points to anyone who can identify the Kerouac book that concludes with a very similar sentence.


Another Kerouac experience on the road

This is an old picture so don't sick the MSP on me for driving with an expired registration

Not long ago I posted about an experience while driving regarding my Kerouac-themed license plate (above). Click here to read that post.

Today, as we were leaving Auburn, Maine -- on Russell Street -- we were at a stop light and I looked in my rearview mirror to see the driver of the car behind me, a young woman, pointing at my license plate and laughing. She proceeded to pull out her cell phone and took a picture of my plate. I gave her the thumbs-up in my mirror and she returned the gesture.

I can only imagine that she is a diehard Kerouac fan, the thought of which makes my heart happy. We are not alone.

By the way, she passed me at the next light and I noted her license plate: PHREE. If you know who she is, have her get in touch with us at thebeathandbook@gmail.com. There's a free book awaiting her.

Sunday, March 17, 2019

17th sentence of the 17th book



The 17th book* on my Kerouac bookshelf is Jack Kerouac's Pic (McGraw-Hill, 1974), and the 17th sentence (in honor of today being the 17th day of the month) is:
This is the bottom of the world, where little raggedy Codys dream, as rich men plan gleaming plastic auditoriums and soaring glass fronts on Park Avenue and the rich districts of Denver and the world. (p. 5)

Or, one might say, as rich men plan illegal ways to buy their dullard children into the best schools.


*Actually, the next book on the shelf was Kerouac's Book of Blues, but as we saw with Scattered Poems and San Francisco Blues, poetry doesn't lend itself to sentence counting -- so, I skipped it for purposes of this project.

Saturday, March 16, 2019

16th sentence of the 16th book




The 16th book* on my Kerouac bookshelf is Jack Kerouac's Pic (Grove Press, 1971), and the 16th sentence (in honor of today being the 16th day of the month) is:
So I knew they was a North Carolina, and they was a toad, and I dreamed of it 'at night. (p. 3)

Don't fret -- it's hard to understand this sentence with context. Pic often gets a bad rap for Kerouac's stereotypical attempt at Southern black dialect; however, it's not a bad story and it's must reading for Kerouac fans.


*Actually, the next book on the shelf was Kerouac's Scattered Poems, but as we saw with San Francisco Blues, it doesn't lend itself to sentence counting so I skipped it for purposes of this project.

Friday, March 15, 2019

15th sentence of the 15th book



The 15th book on my Kerouac bookshelf is Jack Kerouac's Book of Sketches (Penguin Books, 2006), and the 15th sentence (in honor of today being the 15th day of the month) is:
One intervening sad English                                                                                                  cone haystack--
I'll give you a little context today. This is one of the things Carolyn -- Jack's sister -- sees out her "little kitchen cupboard window" in Rocky Mount, North Carolina as she prepares supper.