"'When Jack was feeling wounded or angry,' Johnson remarks, 'he’d sign his letters Ti Jean. He’d save Jean-Louis for his darkest moments.' She suggests he never felt truly American, and his love for the star-spangled nation was always the love of an outsider. 'Although he knew us,' she ruefully concludes, 'we hardly knew him.'"
Mark Abley in The Walrus magazine reports from a conference exploring Jack Kerouac's French-Canadian heritage.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
La nuit est ma femme
Labels:
1950s,
1960s,
Canada,
cultural history,
literature,
Massachusetts
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