And almost always leave this linearity incomplete when they die. Kerouac's claim to unify all his novels in one. He explains that all his work could be aligned in a single would be called "The Dharma Bums", a project that is truncated when it dies at the age of 47 years by the uncontrolled alcohol and drugs. Control that is evident in "Big Sur". A decay product of the success of his first novel, which takes him to fame and to be besieged by the beatniks of the time to be a reference. All this is told in a novel full of successive references to his past and a celebration of nature almost tangible. There's more, the idea of change of structure in terms of relationships is a fixture for fans and seekers of violations, is neither more nor less than an old recipe used by Bukowsky, Miller, and Kerouac to shake a society too prudish and unoriginal. That is the significance of some who are allowed to walk on the cord of morality with the moral vilification that accompanies it, and that society wanted to see from the outside.

Nimble minds that the three dedicated to the wildness in all its forms in order to get the juice to a life that for most is a gray transit corridors between work and home. Kerouac shits on all of that, look sought, as every artist and goes mad with guilt of not being normal, as Kafka. The problem of the novels are the criticisms of the novel.