In his second novel, the acclaimed author of The Sabotage Caféleads us on a long, strange trip through the heart of the sixties and beyond, as seen through the eyes of the revolution’s poster child.
Fred is the sole offspring of Lenny Snyder, the famous (or notorious) pied piper of the counterculture, and in middle age he hates being reminded of it. But neither can he ignore any longer his psychedelically bizarre childhood. From infancy, for instance, he was called Freedom (in fact his given name) not only by those who should have known him but also by members of the burgeoning movement led by his father, who happily exploited having his wife and his toddling, then walking and talking, and finally observant son in tow. Thanks to Fred, this charismatic, brilliant, volatile ringmaster is as captivating in these pages as he was to his devoted disciples back then.
We watch Lenny organize hippies and intellectuals, stage magnificent stunts, and gradually lose his magnetic confidence and leading role as the sixties start slipping away. He demands loyalty but gives none back in return, a man who preaches love but treats his family with almost reflexive cruelty. And Fred remembers all of it—the chaos, the spite, the affection. A kaleidoscopic saga, this novel is at once a profound allegory for America—where we’ve been and where we’re going—and a deeply intimate portrait of a father and son who define our times.