They say that if you can remember the 60s, then you weren’t
really there. I’m a bit younger than the
people in this book, and I wasn’t in California in the 60s, where most of the
action takes place. The main character
and leader of the pack is Ken Kesey, author of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and Sometimes a Great Notion. I
loved both of Kesey’s acclaimed novels, both of which were made into movies,
and generally I like Tom Wolfe. However,
this is sort of a loose biography of Kesey’s LSD experimentation period, and I
wasn’t that fond of it. One of the main
characters is actually the bus, named Furthur (intentionally misspelled), which
makes a cross-country trip, helmed by Neal Cassady, the real-life Dean Moriarty
from Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, as well as a sojourn
into Mexico, when Kesey is on the run from the authorities. The phrase “drinking the Kool-Aid” came along
after this period, but in some ways it applies here as well. Kesey has sort of a cult following that
drinks LSD-laced Kool-Aid at one of their soirees, but so do some unsuspecting
guests. Of course, if you’re going to a
Pranksters party and don’t expect LSD to be floating around, then you must have
been totally out of touch and you wouldn’t have been at the party in the first
place. Apparently, Kesey was a very
charismatic man, but his charm did not come through on the page for me. I did find it fascinating how these great
writers found each other: Kesey, Wolfe,
Larry McMurtry, and others. Wolfe
mentions Kerouac only in connection with Cassady, and although I didn’t love
this book, Wolfe is a way better writer than Kerouac, in my opinion, and Wolfe
steers clear of language that would make the book feel dated.
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