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Word: kerouac (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...scattered geography in which states tumble together around barely visible boundaries, and we have no idea who the hell we are. Of course, various people have tried to find out; we have drifted down the river with Huck Finn, poured across the highways with the Joads, maybe followed Kerouac through his woozy continental high-jinks. We somehow believe that there exists a sense, a spirit, something, that defines this tumbled vastness as distinctly American...

Author: By John P. Thompson, | Title: Weak Gravity in America | 9/23/1989 | See Source »

What Happened to Kerouac--Brattle Theater...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: What's Happening | 5/10/1989 | See Source »

Kingston's prose imitates--almost mocks--an era and its writers, but she does not attempt to recreate their style. Hers is the San Francisco of the 1960s, city of foghorns and Jack Kerouac, and Tripmaster Monkey maps the crossroads of countries and characters. The Chinese-Americans of her earlier works, the Mexican-Americans of California fame, the mainstream Americans of boring jobs and boring attitudes, the blond-haired beauties and the bearded draft dodgers--all types pass through Kingston's city...

Author: By Ross G. Forman, | Title: Monkey See, Monkey Do in the City of the Golden Gate | 4/24/1989 | See Source »

This weekend, Harvard travelled to the Empire State to face Ivy League rivals Columbia and Cornell. While Manhattan and Ithaca are about as similar as Charles Dickens and Jack Kerouac, the Crimson likes them just the same...

Author: By Christine Dimino, | Title: W. Cagers Sweep New Yorkers | 1/15/1989 | See Source »

...earthbound Westerners, give monologues that're nice and poetic-like, tho they don't realize it. It's sorta a poetry of restlessness, of loss, of foreboding. Only the characters don't know it, 'cause they're just stringin' words t'gether, fast as they can. Sorta like Jack Kerouac, drivin' thru Colorado like a prophet, n' sayin' t' himself, "Wow!" Sorta like what you'd say if you subconsciously knew someone was gonna sneak up behind you and dump a bucket of shit on your head, but there was nothin' you could do about...

Author: By Gary L. Susman, | Title: Just a Story About Some Cowboys | 7/19/1988 | See Source »

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