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jbstaniforth 's review for:
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test
by Tom Wolfe
I don't quite know why I finished this, since I found the narrative voice absurd and credulous and-- unless it was hiding behind layers of irony so dry that I couldn't detect them-- totally uncritical of a troupe of self-absorbed buffoons who don't seem aware of how hard they find it to hold to the cartoonish ideology they've laid out for themselves. Also, Wolfe has no problem going along with the misogyny of the Prankster group, which I guess was partly the way of the times, but given that many other writers at the time had the critical distance to notice how screwed up the treatment and position of women was in the counterculture (pre-feminist takeover of the Rat newspaper), I don't feel like he deserves any quarter here. The book-- "grooving on this, grokking that!" reads like ad copy (ala "The Man Can't Bust Our Music!") and believes its own hype. Grr.