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100th YEAR OF JACK KEROUAC

5/15/2022

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I feel daft that I've only just remembered it's the 100th birthday anniversary of the great Jack Kerouac, the Beat Generation hero of On the Road, Big Sur and countless other classics. His work remains as vital and addictively readable as ever. To mark a century of Kerouac, here is a little interview I did with Jami Cassady, the daughter of Neal Cassady, the man who inspired On the Road and became forever known as Dean Moriarty. It's an interesting convo if you ask me. Here it is...
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Q AND A WITH JAMI CASSADY
​Jack Kerouac's ON THE ROAD is still recognised as one of the greatest novels of the 20th century. Over sixty years since its publication, and nearly seventy since its first draft was penned, it remains as powerful, gripping and influential as ever. As most fans of the book know, the main character of Sal Paradise was a front for Kerouac himself, and the book was largely autobiographical, based on his travels during the late forties and early fifties in search of a truth. The enigmatic character of Dean Moriarty was based on Neal Cassady, Kerouac's friend who was a major figure of the Beat Generation and the later psychedelic era alongside Ken Kesey in the Merry Pranksters.
   Here, Neal's daughter Jami recalls her father, her mother Carolyn, her childhood, and memories of Kerouac himself.
 
You've often said your mum kept everything under control so you had no idea about your dad and him being the inspiration for the book. Was it just a completely normal environment for you at home?
 
I love that term "completely normal environment at home". I did not know what was normal or not, as a child whatever goes on with the adults, you know no difference. Mom tried very hard to keep dad's true nature hidden from us. I think because her entire family was against Neal and she was brought up so strictly in the south in the 20's and 30's she really hoped deep down we kids would NOT follow in dad's footprints. (Sorry, ma.)
 
Do you remember finding out about On the Road and this amazing character of Dean Moriarty being your dad, and Camille being based on your mum? That must have been surreal.
 
I gotta say, I do not remember when I became aware of dad and Jack's book, On the Road. It came out in 1957, I was 7 years old. I think I was in my late teens when things started to be known to me.
 
What are your earliest memories of Jack Kerouac? Do you recall him round the house a lot? 
 
Ah, "Uncle Jack"... so sweet. Yes, he was around quite a bit. Mom said Jack said "Jami is his favorite", which I have cherished to this day. 
 
You have said that your dad really wanted to be that ideal suburban father. Do you think Jack Kerouac wanted that too, but couldn't keep it going? He had his daughter but could never be that kind of man or set himself free from his mother...
 
Yes, I agree with mom's theory that these two Catholic boys would forever feel guilt about "letting loose". Both men wanted women to be "Madonnas or whores", so when mom came around, they could imagine having the structured life she hoped for and presented.
 
What are some of your favourite memories of Jack? 
 
Memories of Jack as a child: Big daddy bear, quiet, calm, fun loving, laughed a lot. Walks with ice cream cones and picked flowers for bouquets for mom. He slept in the back yard of our house on Bancroft in Los Gatos (as mom and dad forgot to get a new home with a room for Jack). Us three kids waking up, racing to his slumber spot under a tree and jumping on him... "Wake up! Mom's cooking pancakes!" That sort of thing. Playing around with the tape recorder, he letting us kids say whatever... fun.
   Later:  Late night drunken calls to mom at the Los Gatos home.; he on EST, we on Pacific. Mom would try to be nice and listen to his ravings. I could always hear the conversations... so sad.
 
Some people say Neal felt as if he was trapped in the Dean Moriarty role, becoming a myth himself. Do you think this romanticises things a little or is there some truth in it?  
 
OMG, so much truth to that. He had always been suicidal, hated himself for his "demons"; sex, drugs... So after he met Ken Kesey and the (Grateful) Dead, who provided him with anything he might need... Mom divorced him in 1963, so everyone housed him, because of his On the Road persona... He told mom he felt like a trained bear, but it got him what he wanted. Those years were his "I need to stop" years, I think. He jumped in with two feet and 5 years later, he accomplished his wish. When we got the call from Mexico that he had passed, the family was relieved.
 
I always loved the "God is Pooh bear" line, especially the way Jack reads it on the Steve Allen show. Then I found out he was alluding to your Pooh Bear toy that your mother made you, as written in one of the letters to your mum. How does it feel when you think of that? Is Jack's mention of the Pooh Bear evidence that he really loved your mother and the idyllic set up she had with you the children?
 
Yes, Pooh Bear... Since my mom's mom was an English Lit teacher, Pooh, Wodehouse, Christie and many more were our staple books to read and love. I still have the original editions of the Pooh series that were mom's. Anyway, every Christmas mom would make a teddy bear for my brother John. I sure wish we had kept those! And yes, Jack loved my mom and us kids and dad. He could come to our home to feel at home.
 
What are your memories of Jack in his final years? Had the fame gotten to him and his drinking in the end? 
 
Like I said, Jack in later years was not in my life any more. He died when I was 19 living in New York taking classes at the American Ballet Theater when I heard the news on the radio. Neither mom, or us kids attended his funeral... Sad.
 
The name Kerouac itself is immortal. It's so embedded into culture now. When you think of On the Road, your father and Jack, is it weird to think they are so mythical to people, like sepia toned photographs that stand for another time and way of life? 
 
Yes, I do. My husband, Randy and I have been promoting dad's (and now mom's) legacy for years and years. I'd say 85% of people we talk to see dad as a "God". Phil Lesh told me he was "an Avatar". I bathe in my parent's ideals, accomplishments and love. I feel I chose this family to be a part of, as it is exciting, wondrous, loving and avant garde. Our Sunday school was at home in the living room in Los Gatos, drawing pictures as mom and dad read to us from Edgar Cayce, taught us about reincarnation, etc. I guess I wouldn't call that a normal childhood.
 
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APRIL... WHAT A DODDLE THAT WAS

5/5/2022

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​Yes, April was a doddle. I just wish that was true. While I had an enjoyable month in some respects, I also caught a vile stomach infection that put me out of action for nearly two weeks. It was a Tuesday, and I had spent the early evening talking to the actor Stacy Keach on the phone for issue six of Scenes Magazine. It was a lovely chat and a huge honour to talk to such a legendary film and stage icon. After the chin wag I had my tea, made and prepared for me by my loving partner Linzi. The evening went on just like any other (shades of HG Wells' War of the Worlds there) and nothing of note happened. I fell asleep at a regular hour, but awoke at 2 AM with the funniest feeling in my stomach. The rest of the night was a horrific blur. Every thirty minutes I was vomiting brown liquid, bucket loads of the stuff. And to make things worse - without being too descriptive - it was coming out the other end too. It went on all night actually, right until 8:30 when my partner took our daughter Lily to school. It was a hazy, strange night, with so much fluid exiting my body so quickly - and so utterly violently - that I felt like there was nothing left inside when it finally began to ease. Oh don't get me wrong, there was a pleasant moment through the night when I watched a fascinating documentary about Custer's Last Stand at the Battle of Little Big Horn (randomly I might add - and what a twat Custer was eh?), but the rest of the night was spent clinging to the toilet bowl like it was a long lost relative I had never met but now loved and wanted to hold on to forever. Oh yes, and who also happened to reek of vomit.
   Anyway, I did eventually recover, thanks to Linzi who cared for me and supplied me with gallons of Lucozade. The week after, when I could move without the room spinning like a fucking merry go round, I typed up the Keach interview for the magazine and released it. Anyone interested can buy the issue from the SCENES page on this site.
   I also finally put the finishing touches to my book on Smoke and Blue in the Face, for which I got to interview the writer of both films, the acclaimed New York author, Paul Auster. Having Auster involved was like a dream come true. But he didn't just answer my questions for the book; he also helped out with errors and corrections. He was so helpful to me, and I find it quite moving that such a well regarded author would be so kind to a random fella from Yorkshire. I respect him enormously.
    In other work related news, I also got interviewed for it's Psychedelic Baby Magazine, all about my Dodson and Fogg project. You can read it here:
https://www.psychedelicbabymag.com/2022/04/chris-wade-interview-the-book-of-moods.html
   I got some nice press in Shindig! Magazine, a 4 star review for a recent Dodson and Fogg release... which was nice.
   I also got interviewed by Hannah Murray for her Book Show on Talk Radio Europe. She used to interview me years ago actually when I was writing mostly fiction, so it was nice to catch up with her. You can listen to it here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3Tx4o9znOY
    Right, must be off. Got to eat a flapjack and do some writing. So long for now chappies...
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