I forgot about this one when I was adding books here before. I was mostly just gazing at my shelves, and it's not on my shelves. I keep this in the glove box of my car, so that I have something tiny to read in case I ever get stranded and don't have another book with me. There was a bookstore in Milwaukee called Woodlawn Patterns that had a ton of Hanuman editions and just about every other small press. In fact, I'm pretty sure that they only dealt with small press stuff. They were my first exposure to Exact Change, Semiotext(e), Autonomedia, and Atlas. That's pretty seminal teenage stuff. While I love Book Soup and Skylight, I haven't really been able to find an equivalent store in Los Angeles. Provided it is still around, I would strongly recommend checking it out if you're anywhere near Milwaukee at any point.
Unfortunately, as far as Hanuman goes, I only bought this one, a Burroughs one that I lent out and did not get back, and a Cookie Mueller one that got stolen. They're pretty much the coolest editions this side of Semiotext(e). If I had a proper appreciation of the format at a young age, I probably would have picked up each and every one that they had.
Due to it's brevity, and convenience I've actually read the book twice. When I first read it at 18 or 19, I thought that Nick Zedd was the coolest guy on earth. Yet, I didn't seek out his full length book on 2.13.61 nor did I seek out his movies. He always seemed more like a cool person than a cool artist to me. I recently re-read it when stranded, and while it was a great depiction of an interesting time, I was really stunned by the extent to which Zedd's pretentiousness annoyed me. I can only guess that I was too pretentious to notice when I first read it.
This book adds a different perspective to a time that Lydia Lunch more artfully portrays in Paradoxia. Consequently, it is worth reading if you're a fan. Of course, I read Paradoxia at the same age as I read this, so I could also be stunned by Lydia Lunch's pretentiousness if I read it again. It's not as if she was a shy gal, by any stretch of the imagination.