Woo-hoo! Sancho’s got a horse in this race.
So, here’s the set-up for T.C. Boyle’s Drop City:
It’s 1970 and the hippy-freak culture out in California is winding down. A small commune in Sonoma County called Drop City is in the process of getting run out of town by the man, man. -- That’s a bummer, man. -- Anyway, they decide to relocate Drop City to the interior of Alaska where they imagine they’ll enjoy a hassle-free existence and be able to really get back to nature.
I was hooked when I read the jacket. You see, in my life, I’ve lived in California (the Mojave) and in the interior of Alaska (Fairbanks), so the book grabbed my attention – in the same way Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild grabbed me. Also I’ve been reading T.C. Boyle’s short stories for years – they are righteously satirical. He’s got one where President Eisenhower and Nina Khrushchev have a love affair, which precipitates the cold war.
Anyhow, I’m interested to see what happens when Ken Kesey meets Jack London, or when Dean Moriarty meets Sam McGee. Or maybe Thai stick meets Rye Whiskey (this is fun, but I should stop now).
At any rate, I think it’d be a good book-club read.
---Mellow Yellow meets Arctic Blue? Grace Slick meets Camp Cookie? A Psychedelic Trip meets the Aurora Borealis? I should really stop now. Oh, Okay, one more – the Magic Bus meets a Dog Sled? Okay, now I’m done. WAIT! Tie dye T-shirts meet Fur-lined Parkas.


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