Jack Kerouac coined the term, “Beat Generation” to describe the prominent authors of the Fifties and their ground-breaking work. Led by William S. Burroughs (Naked Lunch, 1959), Allen Ginsberg (Howl, 1956), and Kerouac (On the Road, 1957), these were brave men. Thanks to the execrable Joseph McCarthy, film actors were being black-listed and books were being banned. Howl and Naked Lunch were both the focus of obscenity trials. The Beat authors risked having their lives ruined. That didn’t stop them.
We can thank The Beats for the liberalization of publishing. McCarthy was eventually discredited, but The Beats made it possible for future generations of authors to write without fear or self-censorship. Tom Wolfe picked up the torch and carried us into the Sixties with his journalistic masterpiece, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Hunter Thompson introduced us to gonzo journalism in the late Sixties with his work with the Hell’s Angels. Both of these men stood on the shoulders of Burroughs, Kerouac, Ginsberg, and others, writers who cleared the way for authors in 2015 to write almost anything they want without fear of negative repercussions.
I owe a debt of gratitude to these writers, not just as an author, but as a person that enjoys living in an open society. If you write erotica, you REALLY owe a debt of gratitude. The best way to thank them is to read their work. I hope you will.