Lost Kerouac that should have stayed lost

A review of Jack Kerouac's The Haunted Life: The Lost Novella. Gaucheness and inexperience mark this early work

15 March 2014

9:00 AM

15 March 2014

9:00 AM

The Haunted Life: The Lost Novella Jack Kerouac, edited by Todd Tietchen

Penguin, pp.192, £20, ISBN: 9780141394084

In 1944, when he was 22, Jack Kerouac lost a manuscript — in a taxi, as he thought, but probably in Allen Ginsberg’s room at Columbia University — and it stayed lost until 2002, when it was auctioned at Sotheby’s. Now it has been published, all 70 pages of it, together with some youthful sketches and some letters between Kerouac and his father, in an edition by a professor at Lowell, Massachusetts, Kerouac’s home town.

The Haunted Life is billed as a novella, but turns out to be the first part — ‘Home’ — of a projected novel, to be completed by ‘War’ and ‘Change’. Set in 1941, it is a coming-of-age story.

Like Kerouac, the story’s hero Peter Martin is of French ancestry and has grown up in a Massachusetts town (‘Galloway’) to become a college athlete of literary inclination. Like Kerouac, he is at odds with his father, who drinks and gambles and has unenlightened views about the war, and ‘Roosevelt and the Jews and the British Empire!’ And, like Kerouac, he has close male friends with whom he dreams of driving to California.

The novelist’s ambition is signaled by epigraphs from Milton, Proust and Rimbaud, and his inexperience by his gauche way with adverbs — characters chuckle ‘mildly’, snicker ‘uncontrollably’ and laugh ‘savagely’.

Specialists will find this volume invaluable, displaying as it does what Professor Tietchen calls Kerouac’s ‘literary concerns in their embryonic vestiges’, but the general reader is advised to give it a miss.

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  • Doggie Roussel

    Just another fraud… was gored by Vidal in the Chelsea in NY and bled to death after eating a tuna sandwich from his mother’s fridge… how quaintly iconoclastic… one very sad bastard who couldn’t hold a candle to Hunter S Thompson… Yet we are all supposed to be in awe of him… I bet Hunter’s bum was in better shape than Jack’s when they both checked out ….

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    • La Fold

      Once tried to read On the Road when it was recommended by my wannabe beatnik friends. Most self indulgent, humourless, pulp of mastorbatoruy self congratulation ive read pretty much ever.