THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

The books themselves often seem like sustained underwater feats rather than “works” in the customary, thoughtful, wrought sense.  You get the impression that they landed between covers only by accident and that if you removed the endpapers that hold them together they would fly away like clouds, so light and meringue-like is their texture, so fluid and unincised their words, so casual their conception of art that they seem doomed for extinction the moment after they are set down.

Seymour Krim in Kerouac/Desolation, 1972