I spent the better part of 2007 perched on a bar stool in San Francisco’s fabled literary saloon, Vesuvio Cafe across the alley (that would be Jack Kerouac Alley) from famed City Lights Books. The circumstances that put me on a bar stool for 12 months is a long and often painful tale — painful literally and figuratively. I’ve written up an account of this adventure but haven’t had the nerve to post it yet. If a sufficient number of hands raise, perhaps I’ll post. Until then …
… here’s a quick rundown of some of the good and the bad in books acquired and devoured, along with many pints of Bass Ale, in ‘07.
1. Cormac McCarthy’s “The Road”
I avoided this novel like the plague because “No Country For Old Men” was such a disappointment to the McCarthy purist in me. But I finally relented and, Jesus, what a journey and what masterful use of language. There’s one thing I don’t understand: So many people told me the book was “not as dark” as, say, “Blood Meridian” or “The Orchard Keeper”. Say what? Did you overlook the passage with the headless baby roasting over a BBQ spit?
2. “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, Hunter S. Thompson
Anyone who thinks this blithe and hallucenogenic book is a testament to the glories of illegal narcotics is dealing from the bottom of a pretty skewed deck of cards. Thompson brilliantly dissects what the 60’s drug culture did to America and his conclusions are often startling.
3. “Factotum”, Charles Bukowski
I love Buk but the joke — Hank’s aimless inability to hold down a job in WWII-era America — simply wore thin after about three chapters.
4. “On the Road: The Scroll Edition”, Jack Kerouac
I was compelled to read this opus not once but about four times as I prepped a theatrical production commemorating the 50th anniversary of the book’s publication. Not Kerouac’s best, I am loathe to say, but it inspired Updike to write “Rabbit Run”, a far superior work with the same theme, so it all works out in the wash.
5. “Big Sur”, Kerouac
His best and perhaps one of the most intimate accounts of alcoholism and the price of fame ever put on paper.
6. “Terrorist”, John Updike
Contrived climax and denoument but the journey getting there is breathtaking at times.
7. “White Noise”, Don DeLillo
Jeesums. Did this man pen one of the greatest novels of the 20th century or what? Tremendous.
8. “On Chesil Beach”, Ian McEwan
Beautiful. Masterful. An artist in expert control of his words and thoughts. But you’ll have this overwhelming desire to off yourself when you get to the end.
Related: HBO As Modern Lit and Last Drink at Vesuvio, featuring a couple of photos and thoughts on my Kerouac production from a French photojournalist I met at Vesuvio, Pierre-Olivier Labbe.


“If a sufficient number of hands raise, perhaps I’ll post. Until then …”
Well, then, my hand is raised!
Here’s hoping 2008 will be a better year for you, RJ.
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By: Kitty on December 31, 2007
at 4:03 am
Thanks, K. Hope you have a good ‘08 as well.
By: Rodger Jacobs on December 31, 2007
at 8:22 am
For sure, both hands up. And I concur with all your book judgments, except Ian McEwan. I want to commit suicide BEFORE I open the book. Especially that unbearable Atonement. My precocious and unbearable kid alert just wasn’t functioning.
By: John Shannon on December 31, 2007
at 9:13 am
Atonement is indeed awful, John, but Chesil Beach is very engaging and unpretentious. Also it is mercifully short; a novella really.
By: Rodger Jacobs on December 31, 2007
at 9:33 am
Hot DAMN, Rodger! It’s good to have you back my friend!
By: Will Campbell on December 31, 2007
at 10:08 am
It’s great to be back, Will. I’ll update soon to tell the tale of what series of unfortunate incidents landed me where I’m living now — Las Vegas, Nevada.
By: Rodger Jacobs on December 31, 2007
at 10:23 am
Check your e-mail, Rodger!
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By: Kitty on December 31, 2007
at 11:22 am
Just did. Thanks, K.
By: Rodger Jacobs on December 31, 2007
at 11:43 am
Excellent to see you again in such fine form!
By: Adriana Bliss on December 31, 2007
at 4:39 pm
spin that tale to tell, hands up over here. gent,paul,jeff,scott send there love…
By: Don on December 31, 2007
at 7:31 pm
Thanks so much, Don. It’s good to hear the good folks at City Lights Books miss me as much as I miss them. Happy New Year, Bro.
By: Rodger Jacobs on December 31, 2007
at 10:01 pm
Good to have you back. I raise my hand for the account!
Hunter S. Thompson is brilliant. For some reason I have not made David read “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas” yet, although I keep meaning to.
By: Julie Scott on January 2, 2008
at 9:05 am
No love for Willy Vlautin?
Happy New Year Rodger!
By: Mike on January 3, 2008
at 4:10 pm
Happy New Year to you too, Mike!
I did not mean to overlook Willy Vlautin’s excellent debut novel, “Motel Life” (which I would never have known about if not for you), but I had to trim my list down — brevity is the blogger’s best friend — and, further, as you well know, I read at least two dozen books last year … almost every one of them right there at the good ol’ bar in Vesuvio.
By: Rodger Jacobs on January 3, 2008
at 9:22 pm