Robert Greenfield Timothy Leary
In the summer of 2000, I can recall asking my Uncle what he had been up to. He replied carefully but energetically "I'm working on a Biography of Timothy Leary" then he said "...don't ask" in way that meant that I should ask. Only I couldn't ask, as I had no idea who Tim Leary was at the time (Uncle B, I am sorry for being too cowardly to tell you in person). Due to a very rural setting with no MTV, I grew up mostly oblivious to pop culture or counter culture....so it is only reasonable and natural I would also be clueless about Baby Boomer counter culture.
Anyways, this book is better than expected. That is to say I knew that it would be well written, it is just that I did not expect to find the subject matter so interesting. The book is full of all sorts of flower-power illicit-substance facilitated shenanigans and absurdities, all of which sucked me right in....and I do love absurdities. The man's life was stranger than fiction; certainly more ridiculous than fiction. I have just gotten to the part where he escapes from jail with the help of mixed up fanatical hippies...maybe I should have been a Baby Boomer.