The Saint They Called a Beatnik: Jack Kerouac's Hidden Catholic Road to Salvation by Jeff Callaway
The Saint They Called a Beatnik: Jack Kerouac's Hidden Catholic Road to Salvation By Jeff Callaway Texas Outlaw Poet They got it wrong. All of them. The critics, the hippies, the literary establishment, the counterculture priests who claimed Jack Kerouac as their patron saint of rebellion. They saw the whiskey-soaked road trips, the jazz-fueled prose, the Buddhist koans, the sexual wanderings, and they crowned him king of the beats, avatar of the acid generation, spokesman for a movement that would burn down every cathedral from Berkeley to Greenwich Village. They turned him into their icon of liberation, their prophet of free love and Eastern mysticism, their proof that the old God was dead and a new consciousness was rising from the ashes of square America. But they never listened when he told them the truth. They never heard him when he stood before William F. Buckley's cameras in 1968, sweat dripping from his forehead, vodka burning in his veins, and declared with the clari...
