After indulging in drugs and alcohol for a few weeks and getting little writing done, he moves on to Mexico, hoping to be alone to write. Duluoz reunites with his San Francisco friends, who make up the core of the Beat movement. This ambivalence signals a deeper, growing disenchantment with the tenets of Buddhism to which he previously subscribed. Duluoz returns to San Francisco, ambivalent about whether to choose a life of community or a life of solitude. His writings in Washington mark a meditative turn in his life, but after a while, he realizes that whatever transcendental life one could have in the wild is not equivalent to a life in society. Before moving to Washington, Duluoz had roamed nomadically between San Francisco and New York, taking up whatever odd jobs he could find. During his time at Desolation Peak, he writes prolifically on the novel that will one day become his first published work, On the Road. He took the job not because he has an interest in a career as a forester, but because it affords him the opportunity to sit still and write as few other jobs allow. The novel begins in the Washington mountains, where Jack Duluoz (or Kerouac) has taken a job as a fire lookout at Desolation Peak. The novel features friends who closely resemble real-life Beat Generation writers, including Neal Cassady, William Burroughs, and Alan Ginsberg, the latter known for Howl, the most defining work of the Beat Generation.
As Jack, an unpublished poet and novelist, shares his work with other writers, the support of these characters compels him to turn his life fully towards the project of writing.
The novel closely traces Kerouac’s own coming-to-consciousness as a writer of the Beat Generation, epitomized by its spontaneous, confessional style, countercultural themes, and emphasis on radical individuality. The novel follows Jack Duluoz who works as a fire control officer at Desolation Peak in the mountains of northwest Washington state. Desolation Angels is a 1965 semi-autobiographical novel by American author Jack Kerouac.
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