The Books That Really Fucked Me Up
I’m reading George Orwell’s 1984 right now, and I think it will be listed in my “Books That Really Fucked Me Up” list. To date, the books on the list include (in no particular order) Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, Tom Robbins’ Another Roadside Attraction, Hermann Hesse’s Siddhartha, William Burroughs’ Naked Lunch, The Bhagavad Gita, and, most recently, Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle. These books represent the shaping of my philosophical and creative personality. Each, in it’s own way, resonates the theme of spiritual exploration and discovery, but in uniquely creative ways.
Posted on November 1st, 2007 by John Farley
Filed under: Trepidation
On The Road is one of my favorites from my younger days when I longed to have been a teenager in the late 60s. It’s a good thing I was a teen of the 80s. Had it happened in the 60s, I would’ve been a drug-addicted, hippie sex addict. Instead, I was scared to death of getting AIDS, which kept my pants on. Oh, that, and I was a Jesus freak in high school.