Big Sur

I’ve been rereading Big Sur the past couple of days. The motivation for doing so is the One Fast Move or I’m Gone DVD Tori got me a while ago. It’s a documentary about Kerouac’s time at Big Sur and, I guess, the writing of the novel. Jeff Tweedy is somehow involved too, don’t ask me how yet. I want to finish the book before watching the movie.

I was trying to remember, and it’s been somewhere between eight and ten years since I last read Big Sur. It’s been a long time since I’ve seriously read Kerouac at all, really, aside from On the Road and some of his poems, though I read Town and the City last year sometime.

It’s satisfying to see how much I still like Kerouac, despite a decade going by since I first grew obsessed. Other writers haven’t had the same longevity with me. See my dwindling interest in Bukowski. See my complete abandonment of interest in Palahniuk. Let’s see how many of these Scandinavian writers I’ve been reading lately will still hold my interest ten years from now…