{"id":2846,"date":"2020-10-31T17:11:02","date_gmt":"2020-10-31T17:11:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2020\/10\/31\/jack-kerouac-religious-writer-1\/"},"modified":"2020-10-31T17:11:02","modified_gmt":"2020-10-31T17:11:02","slug":"jack-kerouac-religious-writer-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2020\/10\/31\/jack-kerouac-religious-writer-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Jack Kerouac: Religious Writer?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Beatific October, Kerouac month hereabouts, is at its sad redbrick end once again<\/span>, but I can't let her slip away without at least one substantial Kerouac entry. So raise your glass with me on this eve of All Saint's Day as I say a prayer for Jack's soul which, I fear, is still in need of purgation before it is ready for the ultimate beat vision, the visio beata<\/em>. We rest at the end  of the road, but don't assume that the road ends with death.
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The Kerouac and Friends industry churns on, a recent product being Hard to be a Saint in the City: The Spiritual Vision of the Beats <\/em><\/a>by Robert Inchausti, Shambhala (January 30, 2018), 208 pages.<\/span><\/p>\n

From Scott Beauchamp's review<\/a>:<\/span><\/p>\n

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The real tragedy of Kerouac\u2019s reception was that the people who should have known better took the en vogue hedonist reading at face value, writing him off as a word-vomiting miscreant. But that\u2019s a caricature of Kerouac that over-emphasizes the most obvious personal flaws of an intensely spiritual writer. It\u2019s an oversimplification by way of calling someone a simpleton. The truth is more complex and so much more interesting: Kerouac was one of the most humble and devoted American religious writers of the 20th century. Robert Inchausti\u2019s recently published Hard to be a Saint in the City: The Spiritual Vision of the Beats <\/em>makes an attempt at recognizing the heterodox spiritual focus of the entire Beat oeuvre, but it only points the reader in the right direction. Its simple and hodgepodge construction suggests the vast amount of analysis, particularly of Kerouac\u2019s work, which remains to be done in order to change his reputation in the popular imagination.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

I'm a Kerouac aficionado from way back. I love the guy and the rush and gush of his hyper-romantic and heart-felt wordage.* He brings tears to my eyes every October. His tapes and CDs accompany me on every road trip. He was a writer who was religious, but a "religious writer"? It's an exaggeration, like calling Thomas Merton<\/a>, who was a religious writer,  a spiritual master. I love him too, especially the Merton of the journals, all seven of which I have read and re-read, but he was no more a spiritual master than I am.  And then there is Bob Dylan<\/a>, the greatest American writer of popular songs, who added so much to our lives, but deserving of the Nobel Prize in Literature?  We live in an age of exaggeration. I submit that Flannery O'Connor is closer to the truth about Kerouac & Co.<\/span><\/p>\n

Flannery O'Connor, The Habit of Being<\/em> (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1979), pp. 336-337, in a letter to Dr. T. R. Spivey dated 21 June 1959:<\/span><\/p>\n

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I haven't read the article in PR [Paris Review<\/em>?] or the beat writers themselves.  That seems about the most appalling thing you could set yourself to do — read them.  But reading about them and reading what they have to say about themselves makes me think that there is a lot of ill-directed good in them.  Certainly some revolt against our exaggerated materialism is long overdue.  They seem to know a good many of the right things to run away from, but to lack any necessary discipline.  They call themselves holy but holiness costs and so far as I can see they pay nothing.  It's true that grace is the free gift of God  but to put yourself in the way of being receptive to it you have to practice self-denial.  I observe that Baron von H\u00fcgel<\/a>'s most used words are derivatives of the word cost<\/em>.  As long as the beat people abandon themselves to all sensual satisfactions, on principle, you can't take them for anything  but false mystics.  A good look at St. John of the Cross makes them all look sick.<\/span><\/p>\n

You can't trust them as poets either because they are too busy acting like poets.  The true poet is anonymous, as to his habits, but these boys have to look, act, and apparently smell like poets.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\"O'Connor<\/a>This is the only reference to the Beats that I found in The Habit of Being<\/em> apart from the sentence, "That boy is on the road more than Kerouac, though in a more elegant manner." (p. 373)<\/span><\/p>\n

Although O'Connor did not read the Beat authors  she correctly sensed their appalling side (William Burroughs, for one example) and zeroed in accurately on their lack of discipline and adolescent posturing as 'holy' when they refused to satisfy the elementary requirements of becoming such.  But in fairness to Kerouac one should point out that he really did at one time make a very serious effort at reforming his life.  <\/span><\/p>\n

See Resolutions Made and Broken<\/a>, No More Booze, Publishing, or Seminal Emission<\/a>, Divine Light, Sex, Alcohol, and Kerouac<\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n

\"Keroauc<\/a>And I wonder what Miss O'Connor would say had she lived long enough  to read that book by the Holy Goof, Neal Cassady, entitled Grace Beats Karma: Letters from Prison 1958-1960<\/em>? (Blast Books, 1993)  Grace Beats Karma<\/em>: what a wonderful  title, apt, witty, and pithy!  <\/span><\/p>\n

Arguably, the central figure of the Beat movement was not Kerouac (OTR's Sal Paradise) but Neal Cassady (OTR's Dean Moriarty).<\/span><\/p>\n

Lucky me, to have been both in and of the '60s. And to have survived.<\/span><\/p>\n

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*'Wordage' to my ear embodies a sense between the pejorative 'verbiage'  and the commendatory 'writing.' I am reminded of Truman Capote's anti-Kerouac jab, "That's not writing; it's typewriting!"<\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n

Addendum (11\/5).  Vito Caiati writes,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I read with interest your post \u201cJack Kerouac, Religious Writer?\u201d and it struck me that, with a bit of editing, Flannery O\u2019Connor\u2019s remark on \u201cthe true poet\u201d might be applied to the too worldly Merton:  \u201cThe true monk is anonymous, as to his habits, but this boy has to look, act, and apparently smell like a monk\u201d I feel that Merton\u2019s superiors, who failed to check his wanderings of one kind or another, harmed his rich spiritual potential, which is most evident in the early journals. <\/span><\/span>As the protagonist of Georges Bernanos\u2019 <\/span><\/em>Journal de un cure<\/em> de la campagne observes,  when speaking of monks <\/span><\/em>extra muros<\/em>,  <\/span><\/em>\u201cLes moines sont d\u2019incomparables maitres de la vie int\u00e9rieur, . . . mais il en est de la plupart of ces fameux \u2018traits\u2019 comme des vins de terroir, qui doivent se consommer sur place. <\/em><\/span>Ils ne supportent pas le voyage. <\/span><\/em>\u201d Monks are incomparable masters of the interior life, . . . but most of these famous \u2018traits\u2019 [that they possess] like the <\/span><\/em>terroir<\/em> wines, must be consumed in place,  They do not support the trip.\u201d<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Very good observation.<\/span><\/div>\n
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While deeply appreciative of monasticism with its contemptus mundi<\/span>, Merton, desirous of name and fame, was wide open to the siren song of the world, which became irresistibly loud when the '60s came along. Had he been our age, would he have become a monk at all?  Had he lived beyond the age of 53, would he have remained a monk? 
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I love his Journals. That is where you will find the real Merton.  As in Kerouac, a deep sincerity of the heart to break the heart.
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I am familiar with Bernanos' The<\/em> Diary of a Country Priest<\/span>, which is both theologically penetrating and of high literary value. (I would not say that Kerouac's novels are of high literary value, but on the other hand, they are not trash like those of Bukowski.)
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There are superb passages on prayer, sin, lust, and confession in Bernanos which I may post. 
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But I haven't found the passage you cite. Where is it roughly? Near the beginning, middle, end?  I don't imagine you have an English trans.
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It is always good to hear from you.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Beatific October, Kerouac month hereabouts, is at its sad redbrick end once again, but I can't let her slip away without at least one substantial Kerouac entry. So raise your glass with me on this eve of All Saint's Day as I say a prayer for Jack's soul which, I fear, is still in need … Continue reading “Jack Kerouac: Religious Writer?”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[202,40,139],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2846","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-kerouac-and-friends","category-literary-matters","category-religion"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2846","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2846"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2846\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2846"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2846"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2846"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}