RUpTure.

Rare vintage January 1965 issue of RUpTure, a left-leaning French-language literary magazine, gifted to and personally owned by Beatnik writer Jack Kerouac. Oblong octavo, written in French, original soft red wrappers with brass brad binding, title page vignette, unpaginated, illustrated with three gelatin silver photos. Stamped with the Jack Kerouac Estate stamp and the raised blind seal from the Executor of the Estate, John Sampas, Kerouac's brother-in-law, on the first page of the magazine mission statement. Presentation copy, "A Jack Kerouac de la beat generation et parce qu'il est Breton." The English translation is, "To Jack Kerouac of the beat generation and because he is Breton." RUpTure was a Paris-based quarterly literary magazine published irregularly between ca. 1965-1975. Issues contained essays, poetry, and photography promoting Surrealist and Trotskyist messaging. Contributors in this inaugural issue included its editor-in-chief, Jean-Pierre Lemaire, as well as members of the directory committee including Monique Charbonel, Jean-Claude Charbonel, and Pascal Colard. The dedicatory inscription and sketch on the title page is believed to have been signed by "RUpTure" editor-in-chief Jean-Pierre Lemaire, whom Kerouac had recently met in France. In early June 1965, Kerouac spent 10 days in Paris and Brittany intermittently boozing and conducting genealogical research in an ultimately futile effort to pinpoint his ancestral origins; the writer's tragicomical experiences are recounted in Kerouac's novella "Satori in Paris" (1966). Jean-Pierre Lemaire is described in Chapter 15 of "Satori in Paris," and mentioned in Chapters 22 and 29. Kerouac relates how he first met Jean-Pierre Lemaire at a bar: "But Jean-Pierre LeMaire the Young Breton poet is tending the bar, sad and handsome as none but French youths can be, and very sympathetic with my silly position as a visiting drunkard alone in Paris, shows me a good poem about a hotel room in Brittany by the sea but after that shows me a meaningless surrealist-type poem about chicken bones on some girl's tongue ('Take it back to Cocteau!' I feel like yelling in English) but I don't want to hurt him..." (Chapter 15, "Satori In Paris.") In near fine condition with shelf wear and a couple of small closed tears to the spine. From the collection of Jack Kerouac.