This book was recommended to me many times over the past twenty years. I was always annoyed, knowing it’s not about Theravada, which is to say, original Buddhism, but rather is the beat generation perversion of Buddhism. So, I would explain that these idiots are why Buddhism got its association with drugs, alcohol, and hippie nonsense, and that’s not Buddhism, and it’s frustrating when I tell people I’m Buddhist and they assume it’s hippie bullsh*t because of these morons, and so I’ve zero interest in the work.
Nonetheless, I decided to read On the Road, because it has nothing to do with Buddhism, and is on many top 100 best novels lists. Turns out, it’s good. I can’t even explain why, which is even more impressive; it is ineffably a good novel. I actually thought it was blathering drivel for the first few chapters, and then, out of nowhere, found it entertaining. So, since it was so good, I finally broke down and started reading Dharma Bums, which is kind of a sequel, and it’s really good. I have to sift through some of the unsavory bits, as with On the Road, but, those aside, there’s a lot of pleasant story.