“You know, I never finished this book, but as far as I got into his tale, Kerouac inspired me to pick up the poems of Gary Snyder (Turtle Island) and Edward Conze's translations of Buddhist texts. More importantly, I started my lifelong relationship with mountains, spending as much time as I could in the ancient and rolling Appalachians. Somewhere on the Fall Line, on a granite cliff along a river, I carved an image of the Buddha in a small niche. So, I guess, this book changed my life in oh-so subtle ways that should have awakened me then-and-there. I guess I owe it to myself to finish it up now that more than a quarter-century has passed. I still don't know how it all ends.”
obutsudan wrote this review Thursday, July 12 2007.
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