As the sketches tell us, anything Jack saw was important. Anything that caught his eye and that he wrote about became priceless. Because in the way that an artist like Picasso could see with a brush, Jack could see with his pen. He was able to capture the spirit of his time without making things up. And as it came to us from nowhere it certainly was astounding how concrete it all is now. It is as if the only true picture of humanity we will ever have was given to us by Jack Kerouac. All else is false and dressed up. Only Jack and Vincent van Gogh told the inner truth.

–George Condo

As read from the introduction of Book of Sketches.

Disagree with the last two sentences, uh Shakespeare.

Lovely book to dip into, also a great practice for writers, taking down quick prose “sketches” in a pocket notebook.

Notice. Notice. Notice

Kerouac, Jack. Book of Sketches. United Kingdom, Penguin Publishing Group, 2006. pg xi,xii