Last week I was teaching Kerouac's last novel Big Sur (1962) about his descent into alcoholism, and I had no idea he had a secret novel tucked away!
Check out this link to the story of the lost novel, and the involvement of fellow Beat writer William S. Bourroughs.
As per this previous post, I am pleased to say I'm still (I am waiting on tenterhooks!) the "alternate" to live in Jack Kerouac's old Orlando, Florida house next summer.
The experience of three months with the ghost of Kerouac is sure to either improve my writing or drinking (yes to both)!