I don't like stream of consciousness writing, despite it being colorful or inventive ( )

I've given this the same score as 'On the Road' but of the two i'd say this is better. Its 2/3's autobiography of Kerouac as a child and there's a lot of neat little stories and information in these parts.
However every so often it jumps to an abandoned house on a hill, where a host of B-Movie monsters are having a meeting. Its quite weird and there's significant references to 'Lair of the White Worm' and Lovecraft.
One other odd thing is that in 'On the Road' Dr. Sax is mentioned essentially as an analogue of satan. So its strange to have him as the hero, or at least anti-hero of this story and whats stranger is the protagonist effectively becoming his sidekick. I'm not sure what writing yourself into a story as satans sidekick says about someone ( )

Book One is a disjointed collection of childhood memories and characters. He sure did like The Shadow! I liked the baseball reminisces. Books Three and Six are more of the same.

Book Two is written in 24 scenes, detailing events in the author’s thirteen year. Horse racing and pool halls. Book Four is titled “The Night the Man with the Watermelon Died” and Book Five details the flood in Lowell.

Honestly, I was very confused reading this book. The childhood pieces I basically understood, but the Dr. Sax storyline was weird, and ultimately for me, uninteresting. There is some kind of phantom, and there are vampires and a castle. And quite a bit of the book is about this Sax person/thing. Strange meanderings from the brain of Mr. Kerouac. ( )

This was an internalized, intense character study set amidst demons, monsters, ghosts, and the infamous Doctor Sax in an assembly of short passages, each one tersely and eloquently written, in the midst of Kerouac's childhood. I've never quite read a novel like this- its flow, the images, the poetry, the dialogue, the atmosphere, the flow, it's all overflowing and mingling into each other to become something greater than the sum of its individual parts. An extremely entertaining, illuminating, intellectual, mystical, and revealing portrait of a man. This is among Kerouac's greatest works of fiction. All hats off, he did so well.

5 stars- LOVED it! ( )

I finished this book and thought to myself, "What the hell was that about?" I still don't know. It is poetic in the sense that it has a distinct rhythm, not as hectic as the rhythm of On the Road, but a rhythm nonetheless. I read this book over a few days, and my dreams were haunted by visions of my childhood. Not that my childhood compares with Kerouac's, in many ways he seemed to have an enjoyable childhood with many friends. But his childhood recollections of creativity and games and imagination allow one to recall a time long past. As I read the book, I wanted it to finish as soon as possible. I couldn't stop reading it, but I wanted it to end. When it ended with:

Written in Mexico City, Tenochtitlan,1952 Ancient Capital of Azteca

I was convinced Kerouac was completely off his nut when he wrote this work. So I looked to The Guardian and The New York Times to see what it was all about. In The Guardian, Lettie Ransley suggests that Kerouac was using what he:

...came to refer to as his "spontaneous prose" method: incantatory and insistent in its rhythms...

One can certainly feel the rhythm, much like an ebbing tide. But David Dempsey (1959) of the New York Times was closer to how I feel about the work:

"Dr. Sax" is not only bad Kerouac; it is a bad book. Much of it is in bad taste, and much more is meaningless. It runs the gamut from the incoherent to the incredible, a mishmash of avant-gardism (unreadable), autobiography (seemingly Kerouac's) and fantasy (largely psychopathic).

While I am reluctant to say it was bad, I am none the wiser as to why one might read it, other than for historical study purposes. Dempsey tells me that Truman Capote said of Dr Sax:

...this isn't writing, it's just typing.

Capote might be close to the truth, but I find it difficult to accept that the little I have read of Finnegan's Wake is somehow art while Doctor Sax is something else. So while I must appreciate it for its historical merit, and I while I have not lost anything from reading it (it has forced me to think and to recollect forgotten moments from childhood), I find it hard to say this is a good book, and I would hesitate to recommend it to anyone other than the student of literature. I enjoyed Maggie Cassidy and On the Road, but I have struggled to commit to Kerouac's Wake Up. All I can say is that after this book, I think Jack and I need a little time apart. ( )