David Brooks on On the Road at 50:
If Sal Paradise were alive today, he'd be a product of the new rules. He'd be a grad student with an interest in power yoga, on the road to the M.L.A. convention with a documentary about a politically engaged Manitoban dance troupe that he hopes will win a MacArthur grant. He'd be driving a Prius, going a conscientious 55, wearing a seat belt and calling Mom from the Comfort Inns. The only thing we know for sure is that this ethos won't last. Someday some hypermanic kid will produce a moronically maxed-out adventure odyssey that will spark the overdue rebellion among all the over-pressured SAT grinds, and us grumpy midlife critics will get to witness a new Kerouac, and the greatest pent-up young-life crisis in the history of the world.
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