Visions of Gerard

Visions of Gerard Gerard Duluoz Was Born In A Sickly Little Kid With A Rheumatic Heart And Many Other Complications That Made Him Ill For Th Emost Part Of His Life Which Ended In July , When He Was , And The Nuns Of St Louis De France Parochial School Were At His Bedside To Take Down His Dying Words Because They D Heard His Astonishing Revelations Of Heaven Delivered In Catechism Class On No Encouragement Than It Was His Turn To Speak This Is The Opening Sentence Of A Novel Unlike Any Other By Jack Kerouac In It He Recaptures The Scenes And Sensations Of Earliest Childhood, The First Four Years Of Ti Jean Duluoz As They Unfold In The Short Tragic Happy Life Of His Older Brother Gerard The Scene In A New England Town Set Among Substantial Redbrick Smokestacks Of Lowell Mills Along The River On Sad Red Sunday Afternoons When Big Scowling Emil Pop Duluoz Our Father Is In His Shirtsleeves Reading The Funnies In A Corner By The Potted Plant Of Time And Home Childhood S Wisdom, Anguish, Intensity, Innocence, Evil, Insight, Suffering, Delight And Shock Are All Here The Smallest Animals, Being So Near, Seem To Have Reality For Gerard And Jean Than People The Birds At The Bedroom Window, Who Never Come Close Enough To Satisfy Gerard The Trapped Mouse, His First Experience Of Death Their Cat Gigi When He Isn T Confined To Bed, Gerard Goes To School Where He Falls Asleep And Has A Vision Of Our Lady In Heaven To Church, Where He Astonishes The Priest In The Confessional To The Backstage Area Of B F Keith S Theatre, Where His Father S Cronies Play Poker To The Drugstore, Braving The Winter S Night To Get His Mother Some Medicine Or Back Home, Where His French Canuck Relatives Often Come To Laugh And Drink And Weep For The First Four Years Of My Life, While He Lived, I Was Not Ti Jean Duluoz, I Was Gerard, The World Was His Face, The Flower Of His Face, The Pale Stooped Disposition, The Heartbreakingness And The Holiness And His Teachings Of Tenderness To Me Visions Of Gerard Is About Childhood, But It Is Not A Book For Children The Theme, In Fact, Could Hardly Be Serious It Is Nothing Less Than The Meaning Of Existence

Jack Kerouac was born Jean Louis Lebris de Kerouac on March 12, 1922, in Lowell, Massachusetts Jack Kerouac s writing career began in the 1940s, but didn t meet with commercial success until 1957, when On the Road was published The book became an American classic that defined the Beat Generation Kerouac died on October 21, 1969, from an abdominal hemorrhage, at age 47.

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  • Hardcover
  • 152 pages
  • Visions of Gerard
  • Jack Kerouac
  • English
  • 20 August 2019

10 thoughts on “Visions of Gerard

  1. says:

    This beginning novel in the ongoing Duluoz Legend gives a decent glimpse into the brilliance Kerouac would later achieve, but the glimpse arrives unfashionably late.There s a style to the prose of Jack Kerouac 1922 1969 where he s some sort of middle passage, some sort of vessel that is constantly taking and giving His state of reverie is always emphasizing the prettiness of things, though they may be nothing than pretty destroyed This constant observation and absorption doesn t leave much time to spend in a single place, a trait that serves Kerouac s work well.However, Visions of Gerard Penguin Non Classics, ISBN 0140144528 suffers from the same traits that make some of Keroauc s other work a success.Capote s Famous QuoteMost fans of Kerouac, or anyone who has taken even the tiniest look into beat culture, have heard American author Truman Capote s 1924 1984 quote about Kerouac s work That s not writing, that s typing.Maybe Capote just read Visions of Gerard To think that his comment about Kerouac merely typing instead of actually writing is directed towards the nomadic quest for beauty in On the Road or the pros and cons of indulgence as found in Big Sur is almost preposterous Despite the triumph of Kerouac s style in his other work, Visions of Gerard is flaccid and plodding, going nowhere and moving quickly.A Strong Finish Comes Too LateIn Visions of Gerard, only need the last twenty or thirty, to get in a scene or two with a living Gerard pages are necessary to see what Kerouac was trying to accomplish in kicking off the Duluoz legend the loss of maybe not a saint, but the idea of sainthood and how it would effect Jack Duluoz Sal Paradise Jack Kerouac in the years to come.Aside from a few good lines here and there, the pages that precede the end are nearly worthless Kerouac spends too much time in one place, spinning his faux poetic prose into nothing much at all The word web of beauty that wasn t.Ol Jack tends to get boring and annoying in his struggle to type through the thoughts in his head For the diehards, go ahead and read Visions of Gerard It goes fast, and the last 20 30 pages are made of the sad wonder that only Kerouac can deliver.When he starts writing through his thoughts instead of typing through them, he finally gives the reader an opportunity to see Gerard as the fallen angel he may have always been Unfortunately, by the time Kerouac falls into his groove, the reader is already lost and uninterested, moving away from the same commonplace things that Kerouac rallies against in his other works.

  2. says:

    The framework for this novel is the inevitable death of Kerouac s 9 year old, older brother, from an incurable sickness Although the somber backdrop was a debbie downer, the style was uplifting This book is loaded with poetic prose, making it my favorite Kerouac work It could have been labeled an epoch poem, but poetry doesn t sell, not like novels.Truman Capote said Kerouac s stuff wasn t writing, it was typing But stick your finger anywhere in this book and read an excerpt and you will recognize that Kerouac wrote it Do the same with Capote, and anyone could have written it To develop such a distinctive style as Kerouac did in a field that has been so heavily plowed by so many ploughmen before is no easy task.You see the deep respect Kerouac had for his mother, suffering so much during the ordeal she lost her teeth one by one, suffering as only a mother can suffer Kerouac near the end, at the funeral, writes, I want to express somehow, Here and Now, I see the ecstasy, the divine and perfect ecstasy For me, I don t want to see ecstasy when God s Kingdom Comes I want to see no 9 year olds helplessly dying.

  3. says:

    By far Kerouac s most vivid, heartbreaking, and creative book It s the book where he had to do the most writing, the most composition, the most fabrication Gerard died when he was four all of these visions had to be generated, as opposed to most of his other work which is creative memoir This one actually purports to be a memoir, but couldn t be After all, what do you remember about being four Quote something you heard when you were four years old Kerouac takes the diaphanous shades of his memory and tries to build from them This is the book that should have shut Truman Capote up for good Why it just considered his best work I don t know Maybe because jazz has nothing to do with it.

  4. says:

    Read in Kerouac Visions of Cody, Visions of Gerard, Big Sur.This is a story about childhood and brothers Jack Kerouac wrote this book about his older brother, Gerard, who died at the young age of nine Jack clearly adored his brother, with Gerard pictured as a happy older brother who was wise beyond his years It s a heartbreaking story of grief and coping with death and existence I enjoyed this work by Kerouac than some of his other writings Though the subject matter was different than other books he wrote, the writing style is clearly Kerouac From Visions of Gerard And I wonder what Gerard would have done had he lived, sickly, artistic But by my good Jesus, with that holy face they d have stumbled over one another to come and give him bread and breath He left me his heart but not his tender countenance and sorrowful patience and kindly lights Me when I m big, I m gonna be a painter of beautiful pictures and I m gonna build beautiful bridges He never lived to come and face the humble problem, but he would have done it with the noblesse tendresse I never in my bones and dead man heart could ever show.

  5. says:

    I read this at 17 or 18 in one full sitting while in the waiting room at mass general hospital while my grandmother was ailing I had the day off from school nothing to do, nowhere to go.I plugged in, and was completely taken over by the story I ve revisited it since then, but not even close to the same experience.You know how that happens A book will just come into your life, and BLAMMO you re all about it Then, it slowly fades away into memory.UNTIL, of course, your Dad unearths it from your basement, the one in the house you grew up in, and plops it down in front of you unexpectedly The smell of old New England must is all over it, and it brings you back to when you were young and growing up in the town next door from Ti Jean himself.a properly Proustian experience.Even though I ve left Jack behind as a reader, he ll always have a special place in my heart Like an old, earnest, errant friend from highschool who still lives in the town you grew up in

  6. says:

    3.5 starsThe first installation of Jack Kerouac s Duluoz Legend offers a brief glimpse into the short life of his older brother, Gerard, whose death at age nine was a deep loss to Jack.Jack viewed Gerard as a saint, and writes from that perspective throughout while he tries to cope with death, life, existence, meaning, etc, maintaining that what Gerard taught him can also be accessed through the passed down wisdom from the past.It s got the expected Kerouackian flourishes, although it mainly displays young childhood rather than the freewheeling characters from his later oeuvre Much of the book is touching, which I think is an overlooked aspect of Kerouac s writing.I plan on reading through the Duluoz Legend books in order, even though I ve read a number of them already.

  7. says:

    This is Jack Kerouac s most personal work, and my favorite book of him with On The Road and The Dharma Bums I love the way he describes his big brother Gerard, who passed away too soon He seemed full of life and energy and reading this book made me understand why Kerouac turned to writing Bless my soul, death is the only decent subject, since it marks the end of illusion and delusion Death is the other side of the same coin, we call now, Life The appearance of sweet Gerard s flower face, followed by its disappearance, alas, only a contour maker and shadow selector could prove it, that in all the perfect snow any such person or thing ever did arrive say Yea and go away The whole world has no reality, it s only imaginary, and what are we to do Nothing nothing nothing Pray to be kind, wait to be patient, try to be fine No use screamin The Devil was a charming fool.

  8. says:

    A childhood in the 1920s, a saintly hero brother who disappears too soon, Catholic dreams in a Massachusetts winter, survivor guilt and a family struggling with mourning.There s a different kind of Kerouac energy here introspective, spiritual, angelic and natural The ghosts of the great wanderers float through these words William Blake and Walt Whitman, with the touch and feel of sad autumn leaves There s that strange melancholy of a dying season, disappearing like smoke from a slow burn bonfire A haunting and beautiful small book, about the biggest of subjects.

  9. says:

    This book seems the most personal of Kerouac s I ve read thus far More of his family, his home and the people closest to him, not some wayward adventure somewhere Yet it feels like he still held back at the same time, that there was to say on the subject of his brother no doubt it effected him in a tremendous way duh , and the mixture of Buddhist and Catholic beliefs on Kerouac s mind are integral with all of this as well The book is brief, tragic and sudden There are no periods that i could find , and instead Em dashes run throughout It s like a sort of destiny that the end comes at such a speed, one continuous thought.

  10. says:

    A few fall trees reach faint red twigs to it, smoke smells wraith to twist like ghosts in noses of morning, the saw of Boisvert Lumberyard is heard to whine at a log and whop it, the rumble of junkmen s cart on Beaulieu Street, one little kid cry far off souls, souls, the sky receives it all.

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