Jack Kerouac may have been a grid-skipper, but he spent a significant amount of time bouncing around the streets of New York with members of the Beat generation, a term he actually somewhat disdained. Whether it was forced reading in high school or voluntary later on, most of us were impacted, to say the least, by his "masterpiece", On The Road. Although the content spans many miles all over the country, the book was written in a Chelsea apartment in three weeks. I just hope Jack isn't rolling over in his grave too much over my modern internet guide.
Jack's New York Residences
While I can’t possibly identify all the random apartments, floors, and hallways Jack Kerouac may have slept a wink in, these are a few of his more long-term or important residences, including the Chelsea apartment where he penned On The Road. His biggest accomplishment while residing in New York? Never having a lease. No small feat!
Kerouac grew up in Lowell, Massachusetts, but his nomadic ways (and family) eventually found him living above this florist in Ozone Park, Queens.
Kerouac grew up in Lowell, Massachusetts, but his nomadic ways (and family) eventually found him living above this florist in Ozone Park, Queens.
Part of the On the Road Manuscript
Where On The Road is Written
454 West 20th Street New York, NY 10011
Jack shared this apartment with his wife Joan Havarty, and a nearby street corner is where the main characters of On The Road part. I think a visit and reading aloud would be an excellent surprise date idea for the guy or gal who digs Kerouac. Come on, literary heartthrobs!
Check out the original scroll on which Kerouac wrote On The Road. I am a literary nerd, which means I have seen it in two different states in the course of five years. Ha!
Forced to sit on the bench because of an injury his freshmen year, Kerouac would drop out of Columbia completely during his sophomore year. Before he did so, however, he penned some sports-related articles for a campus newspaper, that I can’t find anywhere online. Grr.
Forced to sit on the bench because of an injury his freshmen year, Kerouac would drop out of Columbia completely during his sophomore year. Before he did so, however, he penned some sports-related articles for a campus newspaper, that I can’t find anywhere online. Grr.
Jack Kerouac Bar Map
Jack the Drinker
Kerouac liked his booze and had some favorite Gotham haunts that would go on to fuel his crazy writing sprees and binge-drinking. Unfortunately, a lot of them have succumbed to the real estate woes of the city and changing times, but here are some survivors where Jack knocked back a few.
Yes, it’s true, you too can walk in the footsteps of Kerouac! And get sloshed as you do so. A blogger for the 92nd Street Y made a nice, one-page print-out of the self-guided tour. Cheers!
Only a few years ago, the West End Bar was brewing its own beer, called Ker O’Whack, but those days are over. A frequent hangout of Kerouac’s, the same venue now bears the above name, a…wait…for…it, Cuban restaurant, and a chain no less! Yeah.
Only a few years ago, the West End Bar was brewing its own beer, called Ker O’Whack, but those days are over. A frequent hangout of Kerouac’s, the same venue now bears the above name, a…wait…for…it, Cuban restaurant, and a chain no less! Yeah.
Although Kerouac clocked some time here, the White Horse Tavern will always be more well-known as the last bar to serve Dylan Thomas, who died several days after a night of heaving drinking here. Although the myth goes that 18 whiskies killed him, he really perished from complications from pneumonia, emphysema, diabetes, and possibly a doctor’s screw-up. Um, try not to have date night here.
Supposedly a message scrawled on the bathroom wall reads, “Kerouac, go home!”, because of his frequent hunkering down here. That’s loyalty!
Although Kerouac clocked some time here, the White Horse Tavern will always be more well-known as the last bar to serve Dylan Thomas, who died several days after a night of heaving drinking here. Although the myth goes that 18 whiskies killed him, he really perished from complications from pneumonia, emphysema, diabetes, and possibly a doctor’s screw-up. Um, try not to have date night here.
Supposedly a message scrawled on the bathroom wall reads, “Kerouac, go home!”, because of his frequent hunkering down here. That’s loyalty!
Fat Black Pussycat
130 West 3rd Street New York, NY 11204
It was called the Kettle of Fish in the Beats’ days, and I wish they would have kept it that name. There is still a Kettle of Fish bar nearby, but it didn’t see the likes of Jack.