A young boy’s
imagination is absolutely wild and stormy, and this novel depicts it exactly
pp.207
Published: Harper Perennial, 2006 (1959)

The novel follows parts of Kerouac’s youth in such a
delineated and hectic fashion as to be like a dream. And indeed, dream and
fantasy are employed as techniques by the author in portraying the inner life
of the young boy. Whole swathes of the novel are mere fantastical imaginary
scenes that have no bearing upon the overall narrative direction. A number of
entire chapters are taken up with the exploits of the vampire Count Condu and the
strange figure of Doctor Sax, in a weird aside that is the boy populating his
childhood with characters and games. This can be irritating at times as their are many instances where the narrative thread is completely lost and the reader left adrift, but the overall sense that this erratic style gives us is that of a rambling, energetic, playful mind.
The mysterious phantom Doctor Sax is ever-present in this
novel which bursts with dark happenings. Sax does a lot of lurking at the periphery
of the boy’s imaginings, first seen by us in the woods, ‘stalking with the
incredible Jean Fourchette’, and is said to be hiding ‘around the corner of my
mind’. Later on, this devastating presence prophesies a flood as he stands ‘on
the dark shore, a ledge above the waters’. The flood becomes the crescendo of
the book in a section that is highly descriptive and lyrical in its depiction
of the catastrophe.
What makes Kerouac’s spontaneous prose style work so well is
that he has a natural ability with the written word, so that his hurried
sentences are actually very well formed even as they rush onwards with no heed
of grammatical accuracy. As is common with most of his novels, the full stop is
largely replaced with a hyphen, which tends to send the reader reeling,
tumbling through the narrative helplessly and without a life preserver. Reading
Kerouac is a real experience. Doctor Sax
is an incredible read, particularly to those fans of his who might be surprised
by the oddly sinister current running, darkly, through it. A young boy’s
imagination is absolutely wild and stormy, and this novel depicts it exactly.
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