A good autobiography about growing up in the crazy 70s and leftover 60s. Ptolemy Tompkins was raised in the shadow of one of its more showy personalities, his father Peter Tompkins.
Mr. Peter Tompkins' most well known work was The Secret Life of Plants. He insisted the plant kingdom could 'feel' human emotion.
A rabbit hole worthy of the name. It would have been enough, but not yet.
Peter was also the author of Secrets of the Great Pyramids, Mysteries of the Mexican Pyramids,The Magic of Obelisks, and a self-narrated documentary titled Secrets of the Bermuda Triangle.
I think we can all see where this is going. Some of Mr. Tompkins works are considered unironically "classics" of the New Age movement. (Is that still a thing?)
After being raised with all of these influences, plus many in the realm of sexual mores we can be sympathetic to his son Ptolymies' series of identity crises.
This book is part biography of his dad and autobiography of himself growing up.
There's a lot of secrets here. As you'll find by reading a few of those secrets are based in the unfortunate baggage that all dysfunctional families carry along. And have less to do with aliens, occult powers, and talking to plants.
I'll leave the details for you to read.
This tale felt a bit of a homecoming. Growing up as a kid in Florida certainly held nostalgia to me. And a number of the same influences in Ptolymies' life were kept fluttering around in in my own home in the name of being open minded.
Ptolemy holds a lot of windows open for us to watch and even share experiences. This book was never meant to be superb prose. It still has worth for me in the stories themselves.