The jazz-prose king of the Beat Generation who wrote with the speed of a freight train and the soul of a wandering monk. He celebrated the "mad ones"—the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved. Kerouac saw the American road as a spiritual quest, a search for the "It" that resides in the fleeting moment. As he famously said: "The only people for me are the mad ones..." He represents the restless heart that refuses to settle for the suburban dream.
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