Wild?
I wasn’t so sure about this book. The word, “wild” in its title threw me. Was this book going to be about orgies or was it about living in the wild? I wasn’t interested in orgies, never have been, but I wanted to learn about communal life. Yet, I knew that you most likely could not have one without the other, not even if it were a religious commune. It wasn’t religious. Well, I had to give this book a try anyway, and I was pleasantly surprised.
Carol is a witty writer, so witty that I thought that she should create a sit-com since she is also an actress. She could call it, “Carol’s World.” I say this because her world is different, even the sex scenes in this book were funny, cartoonist. Made them almost appear innocent, if not that, palpable. Well, if that doesn’t make sense, I could have just said, I was not offended as I am with erotica.
Moving on.
Carol was pursuing an acting career in NY, took acting classes with Henry Winkler, who had then become her platonic friend. This was good because one day she would really need him, and that day came when she wanted to return to acting. But she never planned to return.
In the Meantime
Carol met a man in NY. He turned her on, so they dated, and then moved in together. One day when she came home, he was packing. He told her that he was moving to Oregon to live off the land, and it was then that he invited her to come with him to Oregon. I wondered if he would have left without her if she had not walked in on him. Just that it wasn’t clear, and she had never known of his desire. Why do I say this? She was not prepared. She had to say, No, but then she later sold everything and moved to Oregon to be alone with him on the land. Well, this was only the first of his not allowing her in on his plans.
The Commune
Carol showed up at the land, and what did she find? Not just Clint but an entire group of people, a commune. “I thought that we would be living alone?” “No.” She had a hard time getting used to living with others, and I don’t believe she ever did. This is also where you learn about the different personalities and their various roles.
Clint’s new plan
Clint wanted to move to the coast of Oregon, buy land. Carol’s parents had money; she had an inheritance coming, that is, once they were dead. She and Clint drove over to the coast and found some land, so she called her parents, and after several phone calls, they gave in, but they were smart, they kept the land in their name. For it to really be hers, she had to wait. Now, she thought, she and Clint could be alone.
Think again
The commune had to follow, and gain Carol was upset, but she gave in because Clint was her only love; he was her man.
Communal life.
Everyone had chores. The first of them was to get the dead rat out of the well so they could have pure drinking water. I would have gone into town to get water until I knew that no one was dying from the well water, but that is just me. Next, they built a loft in the cabin that came with the land, or maybe it was that they put in an outhouse. Or maybe for a while they just went in the woods. They had wood to cut and stack, they had a garden to get planted, and soon they even planted pot but not on their own land. Some hunted game, some milked the goat, gathered eggs and killed chickens. One woman’s contribution was her food stamps. Life was wonderful.
More of Clint’s plans
Then one night a naked woman from out of no where got into the sweat house (?) with the naked group. She sat seductively. Yes, naked was not seductive enough. The men were aroused, even Clint until he caught Carol’s eyes. That was quite a downer. Later that night, Carol walked in on them. Clint, seeing that he was no longer alone, offered her to join in on his fun. He had been caught making his own plans again. She said, Not. For you see, she was not really wild, which makes me think that the “wild” in this title was about the wilderness.
The end is near
As this fun and interesting story unwiinds, you will feel as though you really know what a hippie commune was like. You just can’t compare it to Chinese communal life, or at least I don’t think so. I don’t think that I would have liked communal life, although I wish that I had lived in a commune briefly in the 70s, just so I could write about it. Still, I would have left before I had enough material for a book.