Sal and Dean go to San Francisco, stopping at Denver, both of which cities would become their common starting and ending points. Eventually all trips finish back in NYC, where Sal lives permanently and Dean sometimes. Sal says that when spring arrives in NYC he gets the urge to go somewhere, and when Dean is around, there is always somewhere to go, even if it is nowhere. The second trip goes along the Midwest and includes driving a rich-man's car through the entire country up to Chicago. The third and fourth trips go all the way to Mexico city and many cities in Mexico, where Sal describes the bordellos, the hookers, the life of the people, the atmosphere, etc.
However, the main idea of the book is that true art is like Jazz, whether it is music or the written word. It is living, evolving, unclean, unfinished but always touching and beautiful. Kerouac stated that he tried to write his books as Jazz music is written, spontaneous, with lots of improvisation, and for the most part it works great, however some parts read like a very cursory travel reportage. Although I am not the greatest fan of this writing style, this cult-status book definitely deserves a reading and is refreshing and original.
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