The man who lived faster than anyone else could see: 100 years ago Jack Kerouac, the king of the beats, was born.
Jack Kerouac intones “One quick move or I’m gone” as a refrain at the beginning of “Big Sur,” his novel about how everything should be different. In the summer of 1960, at age 38, he retired to a cabin in the woods on the California coast that belonged to Lawrence Ferlinghetti, the poet and publicist friend of his. “On the Road” had been released three years earlier, the breathless, iconoclastic epic about yearning for a post-war America, which left nothing for Sal Paradise and his crazy friends to hitchhike across the landscape from east to west, and vice versa, always. on the way to hot jazz clubs, hardened drugs, easy women: wild poetry that made its author famous overnight.