To solicit these stories, Paul Krassner contacted 250 friends and acquaintances and announced the project in High Times and on the air. Including "The Bust at Ken Kesey's Place, " "How the Yippies Mailed 30,000 Joints to Perfect Strangers, " and "The Acid Trip of a Death Row Prisoner, " these true tales range from funny to bizarre to poignant.
Wildly uneven, of course. Duuuuuude, ya, think? Um, yeah, duuuude. The best piece, for my money, is Harlan Ellison's cranky-ass forward. Ellison is adorable, and never so adorable as when he's on his high horse. The following essays range from the sublime to the utterly ridiculous.
In the early’90s motivational speakers Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen collaborated on a book in which they compiled inspirational, true stories they had heard from their audience members. They sent it off to multiple publishers to no avail. Finally, in 1993 they published the first Chicken Soup for the Soul book. It was an immediate success and spawned a publishing business that continues today. There have been 275 titles that have sold more than 110 million copies in the U.S. and Canada.
In 1999, inspired by but unrelated to the Chicken Soup franchise, High Times Presents Paul Krassner’s Pot Stories for the Soul was published. Krassner was an activist, journalist and editor. He was founder and editor of The Realist magazine, a member of Ken Kesey’s Merry Pranksters, and co-founder of the Yippies.
The Stories, are mostly anonymous or unattributed but some are by some familiar names including counter-culture luminaries such as Allen Ginsburg, Ken Kesey, Steve Gaskin, Abbie Hoffman, Jerry Rubin, Wavy Gravy, and Hunter S. Thompson.
The satire, the stories and the fun begin with some of the chapter names: “Munchies,” “Laughing Fits,” “Customs,” “Varieties of Paranoia,” “Not Busted,” “Almost Busted,” “Busted,” and “Serving time,” The stories are funny and for me a bit nostalgic.
A long time ago, I had a neighbor... who lived with his mom. He was probably about 25... ancient to me! His mom did NOT approve of "being all doped out" and other cute Mom-variations on the theme. So he had this genius idea to ask me to hold onto his stash. Then... when he wanted it... he would somehow have forgotten it was his, even when I reminded him, and he'd insist on buying it from me. Every.Single.Time. At the time... hey, I was a teenager and money's money. Now? I mean, I know we've gone beyond the "kills brain cells" thing, but I have to wonder just how much he'd smoked, if he kept buying the same pot twice... Anyway, that's the guy I had in my head when I first picked up this book. Turned out... maybe I shoulda been thinking of his mom.
I blame Harlan Ellison for the fact that I own this book. Harlan's such a wonderful asshole... I learned the word "vituperative" because of him. If it wasn't for his foreword, I might never have picked it up. Then I'd have missed... well, ok, I would've survived without reading this book. I'd probably feel a lot cleaner if I'd never read Krassner's contribution of The Disneyland Memorial Orgy, for example.
And I'd feel a lot less robbed of my rebellious teen years if a huge chunk of the stories weren't told about "when I was in my 30s" or didn't include phrases like "my wife/husband and I..." It felt a bit like the That 70s Show episode when the parents got high. Sure, it was funny... but it was funny because it wasn't what you expected. Expect it with this book. Of course, you may be an adult now, and some guy in his 30s sounds like a young'un, but still.
That grievance aside... it's an all right book. Mostly funny (or funny-ish) tales, plenty that missed the mark... This is a good bathroom reader, actually, but I have a new library standard... I am certain to die in some Darwin Award winning fashion, but my bookshelf can at least make me look smart! ...this one just doesn't make the cut.
Like listening to a crowd of burnout hippie uncles tell each other ancient pot stories that you know they've told many times to many others.
Maybe my expectations were too high. Or perhaps the contributors to this book were. Either way, with most of the tales of Zany Marrywanna Hilarity in this book, the authors seem to be setting up page-length pot jokes, only to have forgotten the punchline by the end.
High Times Presents Paul Krassner's Pot Stories for the Soul by Paul Krassner (High Times Books 1999) (Nonfiction) is a collection of essays and short stories from various authors concerning marijuana and its place in society. I looked for some of the classic High Times magazine articles, but none are featured in this volume. My rating: 7/10, finished 4/3/14.
Should be MUCH more entertaining than it is! If you're one to keep a bookshelf in the bathroom, put this on it. Not the same type of pot, you understand, just that it's a good restroom reader. hahaha
You'll be surprised who contributed stories, some hysterical like hemp fest procedes, munchies stories; the changes in laws since the 1920's; the counter-cultures and beatniks...these are not stoner stories - these are life experience stories.