Review-Con-Some of the Dharma

Some of the Dharma-a collection of Jack Kerouac’s random writings seem to this reviewer to be a superfluous example of a mediocre writer’s family trying to cash in on whatever drivel this glorified typist wrote on a napkin in some drunken stupor. The misshapen glob of a text is almost unreadable in its entirety, or even in small bites. It’s like an exotic pork products pureed into unrecognizable chunks and formed into phallic slabs and placed between the sides of cardboard flavored nothing. His work is like a rancit frankfurter, to be frank about the matter. It disgusts me. This 420 pages full of Buddhist ramblings enlightens the reader not one bit about the man, his life, or his work.