'Visions Of Gerard' was written in 1957 by Kerouac at the height of his spontaneous first thought-best thought mode, days awake, high as a kite, thumping the hell out of his typewriter.
It's one of the least read of his novels but is a bit of a mini-gem to my mind, superior to 'Maggie Cassidy', 'The Subterraneans' and the like, some call it over sentimental but let's face it, anyone writing a book about their older brother who died aged 9 of rheumatic fever is bound to get a little sentimental about family, religion, time, the past and the future.
I'm not saying it's 'On The Road', I'm not even saying that if you liked 'On The Road' you'll like this by any means and when people accuse Kerouac of being a mummies boy, this book does add fuel to the fire but aren't we all mummies boys deep down?