Jack Kerouac is no longer so unknown to me. I already read "hippos" and I'm finishing "The Dharma Bums". This last one seems much better. It's an amusing reading. Particularly I like it very much. There is a taste, a special flavor when we find meaning in life. As if suddenly something falls into place within us. A sense thant both ends of a circuit are interconnected, and then what was once empty is now filled in a consistent manner. I think the excerpt below illustrates what I tried to express.
Chapter 9
"Seguimos em frente, e me senti imensamente feliz pelo fato de a trilha ter uma espécie de aparência imortal, naquele já começo de tarde, pelo modo como a encosta coberta de capim da colina parecia estar imersa em uma nuvem de pó de ouro antigo, e os insetos se agitavam sobre as pedras e o vento suspirava em passos de dança brilhantes sobre as rochas aquecidas, e pela maneira como a trilha de repente entrava em uma parte fresca e sombreada com árvores altas que se erguiam, e ali a luz era mais profunda."
The conflict and criticism have their place. Dense novels are interesting and can be quite rich. But what would become of us poor readers, if occasionally someone does not remember writing a book that just to amuse? Lightness, joy and pleasure do not compromise the aesthetic quality ( damn, I think some authors think so.)
In both novel environment is very important, since it almost does change. Thus it is like the color of the narrative. In "The Dharma bums" lush and green of mountains was a happy choice. I confess I found the pilgrimage from bar to bar, in "hippos" , a little cloying. Result perhaps of a certain peeve of mine with respect to bars.
As far as I understood the theme of the book is something we can call happiness or at least well-being. It is not a recipe. He does not say: "Dear reader, go to mountains and you will be happy", his statement is: " I'm happy on a mountain , I'm happy doing this and that." This is to be happy for him. Ray Smith is happy as he want or can. Afterthought, this is the opposite of recommendations or doctrines, or whatnot. Happinnes is so personal, so personal, that can only be a person with herself. The main characters are wandering vagabond who live in a shack, not believing in money, employment, social status, etc. Although the criticism against these values was profound, there isn't a literary construction with this speech. Literally, Kerouac does not take this path, which could result in a repetitive text and perhaps without impact. Fortunately, here in this corner, the text takes a detour timely and forget this part. After all, who can define what is appropriate, right or wrong in this life? Who will have answers to our dillemas of any nature? There are people everywhere around happy or unhappy being vagabonds wanders, bourgeois, mystics, materialists, etc. And also I can't add to this happiness of Smith and Japhy what they have never said: that happiness is not to cry, do not pass needs, not have a life full of loopholes. These characters, in contrast, do not keep many expectations to live in this situation. This would be before accomodation than happiness.
The mains characters, Ray Smith and Japhy Ryder, report an adherence to Buddhism, Nirvana wish, and called themselves "Dharma Bums".
I begin to think that perhaps the Beatnik literature preaches live as a great religion or philosophy. And in this religion there are moments where we see that there are no answers. Or at least they are not ready, far less an answer may serve for all.
The Dharma Bums
Jack Kerouac