Returning to Tom Wolfe's charge that no great novel sprang from the hippie counterculture, it's clear that he overlooked Divine Right's Trip, which originally appeared in the margins of the Last Whole Earth Catalog. (Far out, indeed.)
Rather than taking place in any of the celebrated hippie havens, Norman's pilgrim figure finds himself in Cincinnati, a largely redneck habitation I've heard described as a place of perpetual Lent, before heading on into the strip-mined mountains of eastern Kentucky. Yes, hippie did indeed take place in seemingly unlikely locales. It was also often drab and lonely. And then, as Norman illustrates, it also drew nurture from some very unlikely sources.
If anything, there's widespread lament that Norman didn't write more. Divine Right's Trip is humbly beautiful.
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