I'm always on the search for the elusive book that captures the sense of time and place, but I've come to realize I want it presented the way I want to remember it. I specifically look for 70's novels because I've seen glimpses in some novels of what I want to read. One day, during an Amazon search, I came across this and bought it on my Kindle. It had a lot of 5 star reviews. In fact, it has only 5 star reviews, which is usually a bad sign. I always read both the positive and negative reviews to see why someone doesn't like it, and if that is something that will bother me. I've found that books with only good reviews that aren't substantive are usually a disappointment. Some of the reviews on this book seemed credible, however, and since I supposedly want the tone of the 60's & 70's, I figured I'd read someone else's take on it.
This book read like a memoir. It's a novel, but I feel it lacked the structure of a true novel, no real plotting or thematic elements, with 3 or 4 character types that were used for a myriad of characters. This was more like a guy recounting his life the way he thought it might be interesting, and it actually took me awhile to figure out it was a novel. I'm thinking, though, that the author drew on his own reserves for the many stories of drug use and sex.
And there was so much drug use, quite a bit sex and a constant quest for philosophical enlightenment that it just got boring for me after awhile. Sometimes it's fun to be sober while others are drunk, but I couldn't really feel the trippiness of what he was describing. Moreover, I didn't really get a sense of most of the characters as individuals, and even when I did, I felt no attachment to them whatsoever. I think that was the thing that bothered me most, I was just people watching. I did come to respect Giacco, the teller of this story, but it took a long time for me to tune into his feelings. It was all just so foreign to me.
Part of the problem, I will admit, was it took me about 2 years to read this book. I'm pretty sure, I don't actually remember when I bought it. I read it, it was flowing, you could easily go from one event to another, but not enjoying all the drugs and sex, nor the life decisions that Giacco made, I didn't feel anything pulling me back to read. So it was only when I literally had nothing else to read, I would turn on the Kindle for this. By that time, however, I had forgotten who the people were.
Giacco went from DC to NY to LA to SF where he joined up with the commune Hunga Dunga. When I realized he was going to stay at Hunga Dunga for awhile, and we'd get to know these people that the story became interesting. But I already didn't know who some of the people were by this point, and the problem with the Kindle version is that it wasn't formatted well. The author's name, the book title or random numbers would appear in the middle of sentences periodically. There were no chapters, so moving from one part of this long novel to another was difficult. I couldn't really flip back to figure out who Jon and Rosie were, or even who Michael was when they were reintroduced into the story, and going months in between reading meant I didn't recall them.
After being at Hunga Dunga for awhile, some of the characters took a trip around the world on a quest for spiritual enlightenment that put them in Hawaii, Sri Lanka, India, Nepal, Israel, Greece and the Netherlands. He was always meeting up with couples who loved him, who saw him as the missing third element in their lives. Sometimes they had children and he became like an uncle to the child, but it always ended up the same way. No matter what method he put in place to keep in contact, the line "after I left such and such place, I neither heard from or saw so and so again". This line showed up so many times that I started looking for it. I frankly wished the author would have left it out because I pretty much know when I leave people behind, I won't see them again. Or at least I did before the Internet, but there is no Internet or cell phones in this story.
There were a lot of serendipitous or coincidental little things that were almost funny in how they worked out, and this is where I figure the fiction comes in. It's kind of like Charles Dickens on a drug trip. The whole thing was just gliding, almost effortlessly, from one little adventure to the next. Car rides, plane rides, money...somehow it all seemed to work out. That was actually the point the author made several times, don't worry about your need in life and it will all come to you. Don't struggle, which is an Herculean effort sometimes.
It was during the trip around the world, then the subsequent return to Hunga Dunga where I realized I kind of liked Giacco. When he was skeptical of the gurus, I liked him more. Once they bought the land in Twisp, WA and started building and living on it, I found a serious sense of respect for his competence and hard work. The drug use and completely dissolute lifestyle seemed to lessen while there was more sex, and while those descriptions didn't really do anything for me, I could appreciate what they did for him. By the time I got to the end, which took place where it began, I felt like I liked Giacco and hoped his life worked out.
One last point: I really feel like this was a white person's book. There were no references to civil rights or anything going on there, and almost all the people in the book were white or Asian. I don't know if he meant to be colorblind or if this was just the typical flower child hippy of the 60's experience.