I Think, Therefore Who Am I? (Paperback)
|Author: Peter Weissman|
A journey back to psychedelic euphoria and its aft3/28/2008
The author, of course, is no longer a young hippie, as he was back then, in 1967. And in this memoir, he is wise enough to realize how much of his drugged revelations were not as enlightening as they seemed, and also convey how much of it was worthwhile. I found it a rollicking good read, with characters who were not stereotypes, but young people who happened to be wearing bandannas and beads, but as well, debated Sartre and Camus, the meaning of life--and death--with the fervor of all young people coming of age. The psychedelic euphoria is convincing, and often hilarious, and the bad trips are equally as dire, and for some, fatal. If that time period is your cup of tea, this is a book you'll enjoy reading.
A Year in the Life of a Hippie1/7/2008
Like many people my age (I'm in my twenties), the 1960s has always fascinated me. I've heard my parents talk about what it was like back then and of course I've heard the music (the Beatles, the Doors, the Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan, etc.) But I never got a sense of the excitement that this book conveyed for me. I found it especially interesting how the drugs young people used--different than what people take now, except perhaps for weed--were essential to the subculture of that time. Also, the narrator and his characters fascinated me. And the style of writing. Each chapter is a short story, all of which eventually create a collage. I plan to buy a copy for my parents. I'm curious to see what they think.
An existential adventure2/2/2007
A friend recommended that I read this book, and I admit that I was dubious. I don't take drugs, and I'm not that interested in stories about people who do, and this book's subtitle was Memoir of a Psychedelic Year. But at his urging, I found it in the St. Mark's Bookstore (in the Drugs section!) and bought it. From the first page, I couldn't put it down. The drugs were like the vehicle for the shifting states of mind of the writer, which didn't bother me any more than a science fiction vehicle would have--like characters who have telepathy. It is a funny, sad, thoughtful, and stirring adventure, which I thought of as "existential." The plot is gripping, the writing style is magical--it carries you along in its flow--it is all that a memoir should be.
The Inner and Outer World of a Hippie1/29/2007
This engrossing book details the hippie life and lifestyle of the author/protagonist over one year's time, 1967, hence the subtitle: Memoir of a Psychedelic Year. Having been too young to experience the renowned sixties, but as fascinated by it as most in my twenty-something generation, the panoply of the times depicted in the book feels right; goes beyond the easy stereotypes of both hippies and psychedelic drugs like LSD, to the heart and meaning of the era, as seen through the eyes of an extrordinarily observant participant/observer. What he does best, as well as anyone I've ever read, is blend the inner and outer world as he experiences one and moves through the other, in New York's West Village and San Francisco's Haight-Ashbury. A terrific book.