Jack Kerouac, mimicking Capote in a high-pitched voice, “Oh, they don’t write, they typewrite.” after he heard Truman Capote’s famous dismissal of the (Kerouac’s) novel On the Road.
Does the younger generation, that was born knowing how to use a computer, have any idea just how arduous it was to use a typewriter? If a mistake was made you would need to pull out the paper, rumple it up, toss it in the trash, put in a new sheet of paper, and start all over.
When Jack Kerouac, in the spring of 1951, sat at his typewriter and wrote On the Road he did not want to slow down long enough to even put in new paper. Jack improvised by typing it on a roll of pasted together paper. The book was completed in three weeks. (Wonder what he could have done with the new iMac with Intel Core Duo?)
The On the Road manuscript-scroll will be on exhibit at the Main Public Library on Larkin Street
Photo: Chip Grabow, NPR News
Exhibition: January 14 – March 19, 2006
Main Library, Lower Level, Jewett Gallery
100 Larkin Street (at Grove)
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”
– On The Road
“Dean, don’t drive so fast in the daytime…ah hell, Dean, I’m going in the back seat, I can’t stand it anymore, I can’ look.”
– On the Road