Once upon a time there was dude who wrote a novel on a long scroll – one hundred feet long – no punctuation – no paragraph breaks – no rules – hopped up on bennies, he did it in three weeks after spending seven years on the roads across America, and occasionally down to Mexico – the result was a cult-icon book, the birth of a movement, and the Trophy of All the Literary World (excepting First Folios, as my buddy Tracy Edward Wymer points out): Jack Kerouac’s On the Road Scroll.
But, if you really, really want to get a sense of the thing, take a peek at the unrolling of the scroll itself…and you may as well enjoy it on the screen while you can. Heaven knows how long the thing will last as it makes world tour after world tour.
(Sorry, that last was a bitter side-note because it is in the hands of private collectors – bought for the pretty sum of 2.4 million dollars – and not with the scholars/museum archives.)
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.