On the Road
John Tranter, 17 February 2000
“... bad writing calling students to their doom. ‘I didn’t disillusion my poor charges,’ the old guy sobbed. Why do I remember this? He was too much like me, and I saw my father in the mirror, growing sad, he had a tale to tell me urgently, but I couldn’t hear, or stay to listen. I moved out of bohemia, Kerouac went mad there, that’s a lesson, then he ... ”