The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe

“I just want to grok”, he thought, but the passengers turned toward him. “Feed it now! It’s hungry.” Jeff turned to the other passengers. A bunny, half-gold, half-silver, Day Glo halo, blood dripping from its fangs. :::: “What?” Jeff seemed trapped in a powerful time space vortex. The ticket checker, his name tag read Mitchell, had the head of a warthog.

Bring it into your own personal movie, which plays out in a singular, long, mystifying strip of Day-Glo Highlighter acid-&-lemon green! This one requires your utmost attention, reader. 'You're either on the bus or off the bus.' Yup, there are life-lessons aplenty to be harvested from this utmost jewel, this crystallized ruby, as important to historians as it is for creative writers. Reading 'The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test' is like following the Pied Piper into some sweet oblivion, acting as stupid foolish children, except that your parents will never find out nor be sad about your departure. And what pours out of the almost-mystical experience-following a group of misfits who grok over the long roads & ever-expanding horizons of the motherland-is something unforgettable, unattainable for any other writer than this one, the overly ambitious writer of 'Bonfire of the Vanities,' Mr. Once the novel is one-fourth over, it finally becomes accessible, cracking open like some golden egg.

Is it all nonfiction? Really?! Or is it a horror film in disguise (no, no, no, just hear me out!) wherein body snatchers captivate the fragile minds of the youth, ensnaring them in major LSD consumption, 'intersubjectivity,' codependent thinking and a fantastical creation of genuine communal attachment? The hippies were a group that's just (if not more, at the time) self-aware & as conceited as all of them are. A mega doozy! A unique faux/dopey emblem of hippie Americana that blows angelic trumpets in your face with the celebration of a dadaesque topsy-turvy rover's lifestyle.

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe