Had he not drunk himself to death in 1969, Jack
Kerouac might have been celebrating his 90th birthday today. He would be
younger than Prince Philip.
Of course longevity was always an unlikely prospect for the poster boy of the
Beats, the man who wrote, “The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones
who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at
the same time…”
Here he is giving a toe-curling interview to the Italian
writer Fernanda Pivano near the end. It'd make Oliver Reed blush. Not a great advert for whiskey.
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