This is my favorite Kerouac.
The Subterraneans, the book that is. The film, I’ve never seen, though I’ve heard that it has made the rounds on TMC or some such; one night museum movie nights that I’ve missed because I was either on deadline, on assignment or on Pluto in my head. And I’m sorry.
This is a book I have returned to mostly for its raw emotion; “Leo’s” tailspin, the competing narrative in his head.
I know the film isn’t supposed to be art — and it completely takes a wrench to the story (For starters, Mardou in the book is African American and Native American; Leslie Caron who plays her, is, well, French — Quelle taboo!) But the film is a document of an era — and the soundtrack is good (Carmen McRae, Gerry Mulligan, Andre Previn)…I actually do have that, something I procured years ago on vinyl on one my digging expeditions…. So, here is a little taste that I ran into by way of listening to Terence Blanchard (who did a cover of the main theme some years back)
Ah, Leo . . . . who goes back “having lost her love and write this book”
Here are the opening credits, sadly sans soundtrack!. Shame on WMA …. This is one of those mid-Century time-capsules that few can see otherwise…