It’s the third day of autumn, and the windows are open, the fountain splashing. My children have been back in school for several weeks now, the refrigerator clicks on and off, the cats snooze… But rather than catching up, cleaning up, and throwing out — those chores of post-summer vacation — I long for the wild blue yonder.

Used to be, in the times between and just after college, that we’d throw a few things in a paper bag and take off for an island in Superior, a martini in Louisiana, the horizon of Grand Tetons or San Francisco. Those were the pre-cassette days (or at least our cars didn’t have the equipment), so we listened to the radio, or we listened to the wind. Funny, I don’t remember great conversations from those trips. I recall tension, joy, the comfort of the glowing dials — but no breakthroughs in dialectic.

That’s the beauty of the journey, I suppose. Wool gathering may be a euphemism for aimless talk, but it has nothing to do with a train’s careful winding towards a destination, or the highway’s long exhalation of farewell.

A few years ago, John Gaterud and his family got in their car to drive five hours towards an actual product of this anti-wool gathering, this sensation of anticipation and release. They were going to see Jack Kerouac’s manuscript of On the Road. All 120 feet of it.

Gaterud writes, “So there in the low dark cool of the museum, unfurled and glowing beneath steelframed glass, lies On the Road in all its battered typescript glory; a story now fifty years long…”

That long road of a manuscript got Gaterud thinking, and this summer he released a 256-page compendium of the open road of new writing called The Blueroad Reader.

The large page and spare, handsome design are a relief for the eye, and the stories, poems, and essays divers, accomplished, often breathtaking. Independent press editors, take note: the fiction talent here is outstanding.

Gaterud says that this Blueroad Reader is only the first of many, for “…line by line, mile after mile, Jack is still talking after all these years. That’s why we’re publishing this book,… [hoping] to conjure visions for others to read and consider, reflections from passing roads while listening for that horn to blow.”

And we’ll be the figure in the rearview mirror, waving.

The Blueroad Reader

"Stardust and Fate"
New Writing from the Road / 2007
Blueroad Press
John Gaterud, Editor and Publisher
www.blueroadpress.com