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‘Brad Renfro’s whole career started, improbably enough, because as an 11-year-old fifth-grader, he’d been difficult in a Drug Abuse Resistance Education class taught by a retired policeman. “He was absolutely your problem child,” says Dennis Bowman. “The very first day, I kicked him out of class.” Bowman grew to like Renfro but said that “he was still a piece of work as far as being out of control.”

‘By many accounts, he came from a troubled background. His dad, a factory worker, and his mom split up when he was a toddler, and his mom deposited him on the Knoxville inner-city steps of his paternal grandmother. Says Bowman, “The grandmother was trying her best to raise a kid who was taking advantage of the situation and creating a lot of stress on her.”

‘At the time, the late casting director Mali Finn was conducting a search for a kid to star in “The Client,” the movie version of the John Grisham legal thriller about a Southern trailer-park kid who winds up embroiled in a Mafia hit. “We wanted that kid in the principal’s office. That endearing, mischievous boy that may be lying to you, may not be telling you the truth, but you’re still charmed by him,” says casting director Emily Schweber, Finn’s associate at the time. When one of Finn’s letters describing their search arrived at the Knoxville Police Department, Bowman immediately thought of Renfro.

‘After auditioning him in her hotel room, Finn called Schweber and said, “I found him.” Both Finn and Joel Schumacher later called J.J. Harris, who now manages such stars as Charlize Theron, to check out their child lead. Harris flew to the North Carolina set to watch Renfro work and was charmed. “You just wanted to take care of this boy. He was a gorgeous little boy. Rough-and-tumble. Very self-aware,” she says. “He’d say things like, ‘Nobody can put up with me ’cause I’m too hot to handle.’ ”

‘Adds Harris, “He was just obviously screaming for someone to establish some kind of boundaries for him, something that never happened in his life.”

‘When Bowman finally saw “The Client,” he thought Renfro “wasn’t acting. Brad played himself. He had these street smarts and the swagger of a 19- or 20-year-old. If you met somebody like that now, your first reaction would be, ‘What a punk.’ But you scrape away all these layers, you think this is a 12-year-old trying to act tough.”

‘Even then there were signs of addiction issues. Renfro could be sneaky. As one who knew him well noted that any bottles of booze would invariably disappear when Renfro was around. Still, he managed to launch his career, flying from Knoxville to Los Angeles, often by himself, for auditions. The assistants at his agency, United Talent Agency, would drive him to meetings with casting directors, and the rest of the time he’d mostly cruise the agency halls and flirt with all the women. “This wasn’t a bad kid – this was a really emotionally abandoned person,” says Harris.

‘His vulnerability combined with a tough persona entranced Hollywood. He was cast as a compassionate roughneck who befriends a kid suffering from AIDS in “The Cure,” and as Huck Finn in “Tom and Huck.” “He was exactly what you would expect – a brooding, intense, rebellious fellow,” says “Tom and Huck” producer Larry Mark. “He got a kick out of not going the straight and narrow.”

‘In “Sleepers,” Barry Levinson’s drama about four neighborhood kids who are abused by sadistic guards in juvenile prison, he played the younger version of Brad Pitt’s character. Knowing of his wildness, Levinson mandated that Renfro be accompanied by a minder 24 hours a day. Levinson later told a reporter, “He was fraught with demons and needed help.”

‘In “Apt Pupil,” Renfro’s last major studio movie, he played a compassionless A-student entranced by a former Nazi commandant – played by Ian McKellen – living incognito in the suburbs. “I knew he’d been wrestling for years with different problems,” says director Bryan Singer. “But on workdays, he was always focused and into it. Quite professional.”

‘But off-screen, there could be a manic energy and a radiating neediness. “You could tell he didn’t have any sort of adult guidance. People couldn’t help themselves but become unofficial guardians of him,” says producer Don Murphy.

‘In 1998, the year “Apt Pupil” was released, Renfro was busted for cocaine and marijuana, beginning what became a long odyssey through the legal system, with a half-dozen arrests.

‘Although Clark had a minder staying with Renfro during the “Bully” production in the summer of 2000, the actor climbed out a second-story window and stole down to a nearby marina. According to Clark, Renfro “met some coke dealer and got (messed) up.” He hot-wired a yacht and gunned it – except he forgot to untie the boat. Renfro was arrested and charged with grand theft. He ultimately pleaded out and was sentenced to a fine and two years’ probation. But, Clark says, “He was so good you would kind of forgive him for being a (screw)-up – for a minute.”

‘Yet, after causing a delay on “Bully,” it became hard for Renfro to get insurance, says Harris, and hence harder for him to land parts. “It got to a place where I ran out of options,” says the agent, who’d seen him through two stints at rehab and numerous futile conversations about staying clean.

‘To those in Hollywood, he inevitably seemed worse when he returned from his home in Knoxville. Or when he wasn’t working, and there wasn’t a Hollywood-designated minder watching over him. “He wasn’t good at that going-home bit, going back to his life” after the social activity of a movie set, adds Guy Ferland. As an associate producer on “The Client,” Ferland would help keep Renfro healthily occupied in off hours, and he also directed him in “Telling Lies in America.” “I’m not sure Brad really liked being alone. There was always some party, whatever he needed to do to keep the energy going.”

‘Renfro quit J.J. Harris around 2001 and never spoke to her again, although he continued to work on smaller films, little seen, sometimes low-rent indies such as “Deuces Wild” and “The Job.”

‘In 2006, he spent 10 days in jail for DUI and heroin possession. “He was very conscious that he was alone in the world and didn’t have the kind of family and support system that others had,” says his former lawyer Blair Berk.

‘As recently as last June, a judge declared he’d violated his probation by not enrolling in a long-term drug-treatment program, which he subsequently did. “We thought he turned the corner over the last six months. He’d been clean,” says another of his lawyers, Richard Kaplan.

‘Renfro died from an accidental overdose of heroin, Los Angeles County coroner’s officials said. A Los Angeles roommate found him dead in his bed. Two days earlier, he’d had an obscene tattoo applied to his chest.’ — Rachel Abramowitz

 

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Further

Brad Renfro @ IMDb
Hollywood Wanted An Edgy Child Actor. When He Spiraled, They Couldn’t Help.
BRAD RENFRO LAID TO REST IN HOMETOWN FUNERAL; ACTOR REPORTEDLY HAD A SON
An interview with Brad Renfro on the occassion of his passing
Communicating with Deceased Actor Brad Renfro
Brad Renfro: Some celebrities fall into cycle of destruction
Susan Sarandon on Brad Renfro
Actor Brad Renfro left out of Oscar memorial tribute
‘Twilight’s’ Robert Pattinson turned down James Franco’s Brad Renfro tribute movie
A Glimpse Into Brad Renfro’s Life Via MySpace
BRAD RENFRO BY JOHNNY KNOXVILLE
BRUCE LABRUCE, Brad Renfro w/ His Grandmother (Toronto), 2000

 

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Brad Renfro Playing Guitar


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James Franco – Brad Renfro Forever


Brad Renfro Last Interview October 2007

 

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Interview (1998)
by Dennis Cooper

 

Dennis Cooper: Your agent said you’re not feeling well.

Brad Renfro: It’s just stress. Being in L.A. does this to me.

DC: You live in Knoxville, which looks very nonstressful in pictures.

BR: Yeah, it’s cool, but it’s getting violent these days.

DC: What’s up?

BR: Well, this guy got shot last week outside a club, and he died. A friend of mine works at this café right by there. Luckily, she wasn’t there at the time, but the café’s windows got shot out. So it’s not too scary to live there yet, but for such a small town, that seems pretty hard-core.

DC: So where would you move, if you moved?

BR: Not here, that’s for sure. You can be young and stupid anywhere, but staying in Knoxville keeps me away from the business itself, the whole grind—everybody going out to eat and such. It keeps me real. ’Cause out here, there isn’t much reality. There really isn’t. That’s why Tennessee Williams stayed in the South.

DC: So you don’t have any Leonardo DiCaprio envy?

BR: No, no. He’s a great actor, and now he can’t do anything. It used to be I’d see him all over the damn place, and he wouldn’t get too bothered. But now, phew. Man.

DC: Talk about demystifying fame.

BR: No shit. I don’t know if the money would be worth it, either. Because he does make bank. He makes a lot of money. Hell, I haven’t even made a million dollars. But is $20 million worth no life? I don’t think so.

DC: You and he are both top dogs in the Tiger Beat scene. Does that have any value for you?

BR: No. I’m quite flattered, but I don’t know what to think of it. I don’t strive to be a teen idol, you know? But the teen-idol thing is probably why I’m able to pick and choose the movies I want, because I have those fans. Who says those teens don’t have the right idea? You’re always going to have those who look at you because you have interesting looks or whatever.

DC: It’s not like your films cater to that audience. For the most part, they’re fairly heavy. I guess Tom and Huck is kind of the oddball in your oeuvre, as it were.

BR: Yeah, well, I don’t regret making that movie, because my little sister loves it. It’s just that I thought I was making an American classic, and it was very Disney family. If you really watch, you can see that I’m not in the same damn movie as the other actors. I’m all hard-core and shit, and it seems like I’m bigger than the rest of them. There’s an edge there that doesn’t really fit, but to me, that was Huck. Who’s to say it was tobacco in his pipe, you know?

DC: Disney didn’t want a hard-core Huck?

BR: Not at all. It was constant friction. I just did it and got through it, because it was my job. But, you know, I maybe showered six times the whole damn shoot. That’s where I got this bad reputation, you know. How I’m, like, whatever…

DC: Trouble.

BR: Yeah, trouble.

DC: But you’re not?

BR: No, I’m not. I’m real. Real only seems like trouble if you’re not real yourself. Honest to God.

DC: You seem drawn to characters who have moral dilemmas.

BR: As in, like…?

DC: I think I’ve seen all your films, and from The Client through The Cure, Telling Lies in America and now Apt Pupil, you seem to play the wide-eyed kid with a secret dark side.

BR: Well, that’s me, but that’s also mankind. Someone asked me about Apt Pupil—you know, “Brad, are you saying people are evil?” And I go, “All people have evil natures.” And they go, “What about babies?” And I go, “What about when babies turn two and start fighting in the crib over a toy?”

DC: Babies are purely selfish beings.

BR: Exactly. They are purely selfish. I love children, but….It’s human nature to constantly be in a fight with your own being.

DC: So Apt Pupil must have played into your interests.

BR: Definitely, definitely. I was really excited to get that part. It was the only really cool film at the time. Well, there was that and American History X, as far as what was available to someone my age. And Bryan Singer’s great. Ian McKellen’s a genius to me.

DC: Your styles are so different, though. His acting is so capital-B British, really organized, and—

BR: I’m so off the wall? Yeah, I learned so much from Ian McKellen, but it wasn’t like I could learn the craft of acting. I’m sure you’ve heard of doing something and not knowing how you do it? That’s pretty much where I come from. What interested me about him was how he handled people. He makes everyone feel so comfortable. I tried to learn that from him, because that’s something I need to learn.

DC: How do you approach acting?

BR: Just saying the words and believing them. I literally believe what’s going on is really happening.

DC: Is it like fantasizing?

BR: Pretty much. I’m a person who doesn’t show a ton of emotion until it’s time. I ball too many things up—to the point where I cry for no reason. And I have to sit down and go, “What the hell is this for? Oh yeah, right.

DC: So I guess I have to ask you about the whole Apt Pupil shower-scene controversy.

BR: I was there.

DC: A number of the extras, who are basically your age, said they were ogled by gay crew members during the shooting of that scene and consider it a form of molestation.

BR: I was there. I didn’t notice anything.

DC: So you don’t support the boys who brought the lawsuit against the film?

BR: No. As far as I know, it got thrown out of court anyway.

DC: Are you into politics?

BR: No. I don’t care.

DC: So you have nothing to say about the whole Clinton-Lewinsky thing?

BR: Oh, I can say a little something about that. I think the only place where Clinton went wrong was in being married. I just think he’s a man of the times. Fuck it. If I put myself in his shoes, I would have lied like a motherfucker too. And there’s the whole “If she only swallowed, none of this would have happened” jokes. But I shouldn’t get into that, I guess.

DC: Are you religious?

BR: I’m a firm believer in God. I wouldn’t be where I’m at if it wasn’t for God.

DC: You never question that?

BR: Okay, here’s a great Bible verse. Jesus is sitting and eating with politicians and sinners, you know, one of them asks one of his disciples, “Why does Jesus sit there and eat with sinners and such?” And Jesus turns and says, “He who is not sick has no need for the physician, and vice versa.” I think when we’re all at our rock bottom, there’s nothing else but God. But I think all Christians have questioned Him at one time or another.

DC: Did you ever investigate Buddhism?

BR: I think any religion’s okay, except Satanism. I can’t think of anything in Satanism that could benefit you.

DC: But there’s something flashy about Satanism, don’t you think?

BR: I think it’s more powerful in the short term. That’s the trick that the Devil plays on you. It’s like, cocaine’s great the first couple of times, you know? I think that’s just the Devil. That’s how he works. I’m as firm a believer in the Devil as I am in God. I’m just not a supporter.

DC: So do your musical tastes run to Stryper and that sort of thing?

BR: Fuck, no. I’m into blues and jazz. Wes Montgomery, Buddy Guy, Electric blues and old-school, too. You got your Blind Boy Fuller, Robert Johnson, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee. And I still like punk, of course. Anyone who ever liked punk will never not like punk. It’s very easy to like. Being punk rock means not caring what people think of you. At one point, I did have green hair when I was 13 or so, but I thought it was more punk rock to be just kind of normal than to go and pierce my dick or nose.

DC: Are you into old-school punk or new-school punk?

BR: I can’t stand new-school punk. It’s so poppy, like Offspring or Green Day or whatever. I’m more into the D.C. bands—Fugazi, the Teen Idols, shit like that. And the L.A. late-’70s scene stuff—Descendents, Black Flag, Germs.

DC: At one point, you wanted to make a film about the life of Darby Crash of the Germs, didn’t you?

BR: Yeah. It’s funny. I didn’t get to do that. Some other guy’s doing it, I guess. It would have been cool to play a totally reckless punk. I think I could do that pretty well, but fuck it. Right now, I’m wanting to write and direct a film about a boy in a mental institution. He doesn’t speak, and the film’s about his theory that dogs are superior to humans and how there’s really no need for conversation in a perfect world, because everything would be about unconditional love. You wouldn’t have a need for verbal communication. I haven’t written it yet, but I have the thought.

DC: Do you write?

BR: I write poetry and stuff but not scripts. I just have to sit my ass down and do it. It seems a bit overwhelming, like writing a book of haiku or something. It’s a weird form.

DC: Do you have favorite actors?

BR: Steve Buscemi, definitely. I love him, because he just does his thing. Jack Nicholson, Chris Walken. Those cats are cool. I’d love to work with them. But, hell, I’d even work with Ann-Margret, you know? Who’s to say she’s not a genius? You never know.

DC: Do you ever approach actors or directors you like and ask to work with them?

BR: Just the normal shit. I mean, I don’t go, “Hey, I want to work with Stanley Kubrick. I’m going to chase his crazy ass down.” I don’t send fan letters. I don’t make picture collages and shit, like little strips from a magazine. “I’m Brad. I want to work with you.” No.

DC: I guess I’ll end this by clearing up a really common rumor about you. Did Joel Schumacher adopt you when you were making The Client with him?

BR: Fuck. That’s not true whatsoever. When I was 11, I made a joke that he was going to adopt me, or some shit, but that’s all. I think I liked the idea back then, ’cause my life was kind of hard or something. I live with my grandparents, pretty much always have.

DC: A lot of people think the rumor’s true.

BR: What a bunch of dipshits. These rumors, man. I’m like the [rumor] magnet; I don’t know fucking why. Supposedly, I’m doing some movie with Natalie Portman and Liv Tyler called The Little Black Box. I’ve never heard of that in my life. I think Milos Forman is directing it. It would be fucking cool as hell, but it isn’t real.

DC: I heard you were in the Star Wars prequel, too.

BR: Oh, yeah. Go. I’m all over the place. That’s cool. Wait a second. Ouch.

DC: What’s wrong?

BR: Shit, I’m getting a stress cold sore. [pulls out his lower lip] Look at this.

DC: Charming.

BR: Exactly. I’d better go do whatever with this.

DC: Well, thanks.

BR: Yeah. Have a good day, sir.

 

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16 of Brad Renfro’s 31 roles
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Dempsey Tillman Collector (2008)
“Collector” is a 14-minute piece about a troubled young man trying to get a grip on reality in the midst of hallucinations and the pressure of proving himself capable of being a father. Tillman shot the film on Nov. 4-5, 2007. Renfro died Jan. 15, 2008, in Los Angeles. ‘One of the first things filmmaker Dempsey Tillman learned about the star of his short film, “Collector,” was how much actor Brad Renfro connected with the main character. “During the rehearsal, I would stop them (Renfro and co-star Matthew Boylan) often because I had some ideas I wanted to have them mull around in doing some lines,” Tillman recalls. “Brad said, ‘This story’s really close to me. I have a kid that nobody knows about.’ I knew that’s where he was drawing from for the character.”‘ — Go Knoxville


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Gregor Jordan The Informers (2008)
‘If there is one name that’s synonymous with over-generalized ’80s ennui, it’s Bret Easton Ellis. From his initial literary phenomenon Less than Zero to the publishing scandal that was American Psycho, this so called savant has obsessed on the hedonistic decadence of the Greed Decade to the point where he’s literally blurred the lines between truth and taboo. Indeed, most of his stories seem shocking in their lack of human connectivity and with their rampant descent into sex and violence, he appears numb to the normalcy of individual existence. Now comes The Informers, a planned “satire” that was sidetracked by a studio wanting a more studied period piece. What they wound up with instead is a scattered, frequently intriguing omnibus that makes the audience work too hard to find something satisfying.’ — Pop Matters


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Bobby Moresco 10th & Wolf (2006)
‘“You’re a disgrace to your heritage,” seethes a drug kingpin’s wife to mobster Joey (Giovanni Ribisi) toward the conclusion of 10th & Wolf, a statement that couldn’t be further from the truth: Just like virtually every aspect of Robert Moresco’s directorial debut, Ribisi’s clichéd crook—a murderous loose cannon with an enormous ego and unswerving loyalty toward his friends and family—is dutifully faithful to his gangster film ancestors. Avoiding the amped-up racial paranoia of his Academy Award-winning Crash script in favor of moldy tough-guy tawk and introspective narration used to spoon-feed character motivation, Moresco’s based-on-real-events saga tracks the 1991 return of disgraced U.S. Marine Tommy (James Marsden) to his Philadelphia hometown after having been blackmailed by Brian Dennehy’s F.B.I. agent to infiltrate his beloved cousin Joey’s illicit operation. The government’s goal is to bust a heroin smuggler with whom Joey is on the verge of partnering (or, potentially, warring), though Tommy’s objective is to save Joey, as well as his younger wannabe thug brother Vincent (Brad Renfro), from the hammer of justice. 10th & Wolf‘s aim, however, is to revisit familiar Mafioso movie themes and plot points, a goal it uncreatively achieves throughout its listless Godfather-meets-Donnie Brasco tale of undercover surveillance, blood allegiances, and wrenching betrayal.’ — Slant


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John Maybury The Jacket (2005)
The Jacket is a 2005 American psychological thriller/horror film directed by John Maybury and starring Adrien Brody, Keira Knightley, Kris Kristofferson, Brad Renfro, and Jennifer Jason Leigh. It is partly based on the Jack London novel of the same name. Massy Tadjedin wrote the screenplay based on a story by Tom Bleecker and Marc Rocco. The original music score is composed by Brian Eno with Roger Eno and the cinematography is by Peter Deming. The narrative is a time slip fantasy in which an Iraqi war veteran who suffered a death or near-death experience while on active service returns to the United States where he is blamed for the death of a policeman, and incarcerated in a hospital for the criminally insane. Subject to experimental treatments there, which involve him being shut inside a morgue casket while tied in a straitjacket, he eventually learns to travel through time and is able to offer help to various people.’ — Wiki


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Brad Renfro The Jacket Premiere Interview

 

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Jordan Brady American Girl (2002)
American Girl just doesn’t work at all; the characters are obnoxious, the directorial style is bland, and the pacing is off (way off). American Girl contains a surprisingly adept cast, with rising star Malone delivering yet another impressive performance (despite the fact that she’s essentially riffing on her now-patented tortured teenager persona). Renfro, playing exactly the sort of slow, dim-witted character he seems to have cornered the market on, doesn’t fare quite as well and it’s impossible not to wonder if the actor is even capable of hitting any other notes.’ — Reel Film Reviews


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Terry Zwigoff Ghost World (2001)
‘Recounting the “Ghost World” plot, such as it is, doesn’t do the film justice. The pleasure here is not in the story but the telling; watching lovingly created characters interact, and getting dewy-eyed over Zwigoff’s immaculate recreation of late adolescence. An erstwhile documentary maker, much-praised for 1994’s “Crumb” – a look at the life of underground comic book writer Robert Crumb – Zwigoff has an ear for truthful dialogue, and an eye for the detritus of teenage life. The performances are universally superb. Buscemi was born to play Seymour, a nerdy, strangely endearing obsessive not quite comfortable in his own skin, while even bit players like Brad Renfro leave a lasting impression. The standout is Birch, a compelling blend of aggressive wit, tender vulnerability, and ungainly beauty. Our journey with Enid may be slow and somewhat meandering but, as a funny and moving paean to adolescence, this certainly beats hell out of “American Pie 2”.’ — BBC


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Larry Clark Bully (2001)
‘Shooting Bully wasn’t exactly Apocalypse Now but we had our share of adventures. The boat was just the start of it. The boat was a 45-foot yacht that Bully’s male lead, Brad Renfro, attempted to steal from a Fort Lauderdale dock the night before shooting was scheduled to begin. It was an incident that could have sunk the film, had Renfro – a deep southerner with a staggeringly high IQ and a penchant for quoting the Bible – only remembered to untie the vessel before trying to thieve it. Requiring a $10,000 bail and eventually resulting in two years’ probation, it was the second bust for Brad after his 1998 arrest, when police discovered two packets of cocaine and marijuana in his pocket whilst out joyriding with his cousin. Coming to the public attention as a wide-eyed prepubescent in films such as The Client and Sleepers, Renfro is the undisputed king of the Anti-Breakfast Club; a Robert Downey Jnr-in-waiting who, when not in rehab, is one of the most in-demand actors around. Bully co-star Bijou Phillips, however, has a rather different take on him: “He’s just a big kid,” Bijou says, explaining why she demanded a separate hotel from Renfro and the rest of the Bully cast. “When we made Tart [a little-seen Scream-like horror affair] together, he’d come over to my room and want me to put him in the bath and get him sober. Or he’d cut himself and we’d be in the hospital at four in the morning and we would have to shoot at six. It was just too much. I needed my space.”‘ — The Guardian


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Daniel Waters Happy Campers (2001)
‘Daniel Waters guaranteed himself a place in cinema history with his debut screenplay “Heathers”, one of the sharpest, blackest and downright original films of the second half of the eighties. Yet in the meantime he has seemingly enjoyed his well-paid limbo in hackville, churning out scripts ranging from the what-was-he-thinking (yes “Hudson Hawk”, we mean you) to the sublime (the second and best installment in the Batman franchise). Thus the phrase “Daniel Waters’ directorial debut” immediately raises expectations, will it be a twisted and perverted return to his “Heathers” world view? The answer is yes. It’s not a great film, in fact it is a very flawed one, but it is never anything but ambitious and frequently very funny.’ — Carnival of Souls


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Tamra Davis Skipped Parts (2000)
‘Trimark has its work cut out for it in pushing this late-summer clunker, which hits wrong notes from the start and only gets more sour as it goes along. Fans pulled in by a sharp cast will be displeased by how poorly their faves fare. And anyone looking for a witty or insightful chronicle of growing up in the early ’60s will be more than disappointed. Most auds will simply skip “Parts” altogether.’ — Variety


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Michel Gondry Rolling Stones – Gimme Shelter (1998)
‘French director Michel Gondry directed a music video for the song, which was released in 1998. The video features a sixteen-year old Brad Renfro, playing a young man escaping with his brother from a dysfunctional home and the abuse they suffered at the hands of their abusive alcoholic father, and then from society as a whole.’ — tfcf

 

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Bryan Singer Apt Pupil (1998)
‘”Apt Pupil” uses the horrors of the Holocaust as an atmospheric backdrop to the more conventional horror devices of a Stephen King story. It’s not a pretty sight. By the end of the film, as a death camp survivor is quoting John Donne’s poem about how no man is an island, we’re wondering what island the filmmakers were inhabiting, as they assembled this uneasy hybrid of the sacred and the profane. The movie is well made by Bryan Singer and well acted, especially by Ian McKellen as Kurt Dussander, a Nazi war criminal who has been hiding in American for years. The theme is intriguing: A teenager discovers the old man’s real identity, and blackmails him into telling stories about his wartime experiences. But when bodies are buried in cellars and cats are thrown into lighted ovens, the film reveals itself as unworthy of its subject matter.’ — Roger Ebert


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Brad Renfro 1998 Interview

 

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Guy Ferland Telling Lies in America (1997)
‘”It don’t matter how you get it … as long as you get it,” says Kevin Bacon to an astonished 15-year-old who has just discovered he has lost his virginity to a prostitute. That’s how Karchy Jonas’s rites of passage are bought and sold in Telling Lies in America, a screenplay by Joe Eszterhas that has taken 15 years to migrate from page to screen. Set in Cleveland in 1961, the film plots the fortunes of a Hungarian immigrant who is picked on at high school until he lies himself into a job on a local radio station with a slick but corrupt disc jockey, Billy Magic (played by Kevin Bacon), up to his neck in payola. Those were the days when managers passed over fat brown envelopes to get their clients’ songs played. Remarkably, this autobiographical film cost $4m [pounds 2.5m] and took 24 days to make. That’s not far off what Eszterhas alone usually gets paid for a script. What sets it apart is a display of character acting by Bacon and his young co-star, Brad Renfro, that gives the screenwriter’s bitter take on the American Dream – you’ve got to lie to get places – a startling authenticity.’ — The Independent


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Barry Levinson Sleepers (1996)
‘Unlike The Boys of St. Vincent, Sleepers offers no insights into the torment of men like Nokes. The film’s concern is for the abused boys, superbly played by Brad Renfro as Michael, Joe Perrino as Shakes, Geoffrey Wigdor as John and Jonathan Tucker as Tommy, who rightly dominate the film’s first hour. As in Diner and Avalon, Levinson shows a keen eye for the pangs of adolescence. Michael Ballhaus’ luminous cinematography polishes those days of talking sex and playing stickball until Hell’s Kitchen shines like a concrete Camelot. Idealized? You bet. That’s why the loss of this world must be avenged with the same broad strokes that you’d expect from the Count of Monte Cristo. “We lived inside every book we read, every movie we saw,” Carcaterra wrote. “We were Cagney in Angels With Dirty Faces. . . . We were Ivanhoe on our own city streets.” These words are the key to Sleepers‘ vaultingly romantic style and its core truth. No one challenges Carcaterra’s previous nonfiction book, A Safe Place, in which he learns, at 14, that his father had served time for killing his first wife. It’s public record. Sleepers, for all the doubts it raises, is the work of a man who speaks for absent friends and “for the children we were.” It’s his secret heart. Leave the matter of getting away with murder to Carcaterra and his conscience. Onscreen, in the faces of these lost children, the pain is real.’ — Rolling Stone


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Peter Hewitt Tom and Huck (1995)
‘Jonathan Taylor Thomas (HOME IMPROVEMENT) stars as America’s greatest teenage hero — Tom Sawyer! No boy ever had so much fun, got into so much trouble, or had so many outrageous adventures! Disney’s magic touch now turns Mark Twain’s masterpiece into “An outstanding classic adventure film” (Kids News Network). Tom and his rebellious friend Huck (Brad Renfro) witness a midnight killing. They swear not to reveal what they saw — but that causes a real problem. If Tom doesn’t speak up, an innocent friend may be hanged. But if he does tell the truth, the real killer, knife-throwing Injun Joe, will come after him! TOM AND HUCK has it all — a treasure hunt, a haunted house, a courtroom showdown, a scary chase in a cave, and a valuable lesson for young Tom: when a friend’s in trouble, you don’t run away!’ — vudu


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Peter Horton The Cure (1995)
‘There are three moments of perfect truth in “The Cure.” There are several passages that are very moving. And then there’s an impossible story that plays like a cross between a Disease of the Week movie and “The Goonies.” It’s possible that moviegoers in their earlier teens – the target audience – will like it a lot. I was derailed by the silly stuff, and by the movie’s conviction that it’s funny to play practical jokes about death.’ — Roger Ebert


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Joel Schumacher The Client (1994)
‘Held up by a supporting casting including heavyweight actors like Tommy Lee Jones, Mary-Louise Parker and Anthony LaPaglia, the film itself isn’t afraid to pack a punch, but the whole movie, however, balances on the performance of Brad Renfro, who truly is astounding in the role of Mark. Being cast at the tender age of 10 years old, he really is a force to reckoned with and really holds his own up against the huge names he was working with. It did seem that his career was there for the taking and he ended up starring in some really interesting projects but, sadly, like many child stars in Hollywood, his story did not have a happy ending. In his case, he became addicted to drugs and died at the age of 25 from a heroin overdose. You need to look no further than this film to see the talent he had.’ — Den of Geek!


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p.s. Hey. I’m repeating this from yesterday in case it helps: If you’re finding yourself locked out of commenting because of the Cloudflare human checkbox, try updating your browser and disabling any browser extensions that may interfere with the captcha (e.g., ad blockers, VPNs, privacy extensions.) You should be able to disable ad blockers for this site only, the blog doesn’t have any ads. Please let me know if this solves the problem or if it doesn’t. Otherwise, apparently the Cloudflare thing cannot be disabled. It is built into my hosting site’s security system. Cloudflare is aware that there’s a bug in the verification thing and say they are working to debug it as soon as possible. ** jay, Hey. The Richard Farina novel seems to be out of print, which kind of surprises me. Re: ‘Cat’s Cradle’, I was going on distant memories when I chose it, so you could be right. Oh, understood about the concert situation problem. It seems like there would be some kind of VR version of her show somewhere, but I don’t know if that would work? I’m on the manga thing. I’m big on Guro too. I’ve done a few Guro posts here, and it’s probably time to do another. ** _Black_Acrylic, ‘Vurt’ would have been a good choice, you’re right, based on my memory of it. It just slipped my mind. ** Lucas, Hi. No, the producer is never going to stop turning everything around him into hell. He has no other way of being. We did come up a possible proposal yesterday that, if he accepts it, would calm things down a little at least. We’ll see. Right, I think my main knowledge of estrogen application is from US friends. I have diabetic friends who need to inject themselves regularly, and they say it becomes second nature and no big pretty quickly. Hopefully it would be the same for you. Yesterday was better because we came up with the proposal idea, but now we need to submit it to fuckhead, so from here on is crapshoot. It’s really just unbelievable how much complete and totally underserved shit Zac and I have to go through for our film. Never again. I personally really like the pale, sickly look, but I’m not normal, goodness knows. Trust your instincts? That’s a great collage! You’re so good! Awesome! Everyone, Go check out Lucas’s great new collage, why don’t you? It’s here. Corey Heiferman responded to your collage if you didn’t see it. I hope your weekend is way more up than it is down, and maybe even up up up. ** Nasir, Hey there! It’s a pleasure to get to greet you again. Oh, sure, yes, I can do that recommendation letter. Do you have my email? If not, it’s [email protected]. Happy to help if I can. ** HaRpEr, ‘Nog’ is great. Rudy Wurlitzer is great in general. My favorite of his is ‘Drop Edge of Yonder’. Brautigan has a very particular style. It’s worth at least giving him a skim. He’s one of those writers who either tickles your fancy or doesn’t. I agree about acid trips being more successfully depicted in writing than in visuals, although an exciting or even dumb flagrant visual depiction can trigger personal acid trip memories sometimes, and I don’t think written trips have that effect. I love that Spacemen 3 album. Hm, maybe you’re right about music being the ultimate trip representer/triggerer. Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks for the fill-in about the means of taking hormones. I carry a nicotine patch in my pocket wherever I go. You never know when elevator or metro car is going to get stuck. ** nat, Oh, well, a hearty hi right back to you. Have a sweet weekend. ** Alright. I’ve restored the blog’s old Day about Brad Renfro for some reason. It features an interview with Mr. Renfro by yours truly. I suppose that’s something unusual about it. See you on Monday.

28 books that either faked ingesting LSD or did

 

Terry Taylor Baron’s Court, All Change (1961)

‘Terry Taylor did it all. He was the model for the unnamed narrator of Absolute Beginners, did some serious work in drugs and magic (taking up from Berber practices he picked up in Tangier), hung out with William Burroughs, listened to a lot of cool modern jazz, was the original mod before the term was even being used… and wrote this book, the first British novel to mention LSD, as well as having a drug dealing narrator who wants to spend his profits the cool way, on jazz and shirts from Cecil Gee! All in all a complete groove sensation!’ — Stewart Home

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Aldous Huxley Island (1962)

Island explores many of the themes and ideas that interested Huxley in the post-World War II decades and were the subject of many of his nonfiction books of essays, including Brave New World Revisited, Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, The Doors of Perception, and The Perennial Philosophy. Some of these themes and ideas include overpopulation, ecology, modernity, democracy, mysticism, entheogens, and somatotypes. Common background elements occur in both Island and Brave New World; they were used for good in the former and for ill in the latter. Such elements include: Drug use for enlightenment and self-knowledge; Group living (in the form of Mutual Adoption Clubs) so that children would not have unalloyed exposure to their parents’ neuroses; Trance states for super learning; Assisted reproduction (low-tech artificial insemination); Freely-available contraception to enable reproductive choice, expressive sex; Dangerous climb to a temple, as spiritual preparation; Mynah birds trained to utter uplifting slogans.’ — collaged

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Kurt Vonnegut Cat’s Cradle (1963)

‘Spent most of a 300ug LSD trip reading Cat’s Cradle by Vonnegut. Absolutely beautiful. 11/10 I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Seriously, could not recommend this book and substance both together or seperate more. The Grateful Dead set up a publishing company called Ice Nine (in tribute to this book).’ — Longdog

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Philip K. Dick The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch (1965)

‘The story begins in a future world where global temperatures have risen so high that in most of the world it is unsafe to be outside without special cooling gear during daylight hours. In a desperate bid to preserve humanity and ease population burdens on Earth, the UN has initiated a “draft” for colonizing the nearby planets, where conditions are so horrific and primitive that the unwilling colonists have fallen prey to a form of escapism involving the use of an illegal drug (CAN-D) in concert with “layouts.” Layouts are physical props intended to simulate a sort of alternate reality where life is easier than either the grim existence of the colonists in their marginal off-world colonies, or even Earth, where global warming has progressed to the point that Antarctica is prime vacation resort territory. The illegal drug CAN-D allows people to “share” their experience of the “Perky Pat” (the name of the main female character in the simulated world) layouts. This “sharing” has caused a pseudo-religious cult or series of cults to grow up around the layouts and the use of the drug.’ — collaged

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Richard Fariña Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me (1966)

‘Fariña wrote the novel while a student at Cornell University. The novel is laced with pseudonym references to Cornell University (“Mentor University”), Cornellians and Ithaca landmarks. Gnossos is a gleeful, LSD gobbling anarchist, heaving creche statuary off a bridge into one of Ithaca’s famed gorges, smoking dope at fraternity parties, poking fun at the pompous, self-righteous and well-to-do, swilling Red Cap ale, retsina and martinis, while pursuing the coed in the green knee-socks and seeking karma. After a detour to Cuba during the anti-Batista revolt, Gnossos returns to “Athene” to become the inadvertent leader of the student rebellion against a university edict—this is 1958 after all—that would have banned women from men’s apartments.’ — collaged

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Jacqueline Susann Valley Of The Dolls (1966)

‘Imagine you are lying in a silk-sheeted waterbed next to a vast swimming pool, smoking a ridiculously long cigarette, wearing an Italian bikini and extremely large, expensive hat, and you’ve just gotten the most gorgeous pedicure ever administered in human history. You’ve just dropped Acid, done about sixteen lines of coke and have popped a few jars of quaaludes, and a leathery, bronzed older gentleman with silvery hairs all over his chest and a visible tan line where his wedding ring usually sits is alternately giving you backrubs, lavishing you with glittering jewelry, and skillfully providing immense oral pleasure. While all this is going on, you are thinking about how fat and old you’ve been getting, sipping from a decanter of single-malt scotch, and eating slice after slice of the most magnificent chocolate cake that has ever been baked. The cake is delicious, the drugs are great, the cunnilingus is stellar, and it’s all totally worth the terrible sacrifices you’ve made to arrive here today, despite the fact that you are clearly about to vomit yet again into the enormous pool.’ — Jessica, goodreads

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Thomas Pynchon The Crying of Lot 49 (1966)

‘”So, what do you think it’s about?” she asked, as she took a preliminary sip from her cocktail. “Entropy, to start with,” he replied. “If only he’d known the Holographic Principle. It follows from thermodynamic calculations that the information content of a black hole is proportional to the square of its radius, not the cube, and the Universe can reasonably be thought of as a black hole. Hence all its information is really on its surface, and the interior is a low-energy illusion. Wouldn’t you say that the book is rather like that too?”‘ — Manny, goodreads

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William H. Knoles Mondo Sadisto (1966)

‘Working for an obscure sex fiction developer called Ember topics, William H. Noles created the “0008″ series, outrageous, psychedelic, self-conscious and very funny spoofs of Ian Fleming’s 007/James Bond series and the whole super-spy craze, which, in 1965, was just starting to reach its peak. From the first, Our Man from Sadisto (“MEET 0008—PEERLESS LOVER, FEARLESS KILLER!”), the 0008 topics featured sex, spies, su-pervillains, wisecracks, sex, torture, orgies, time travel, secret weapons, more torture, more sex, and an assortment of satiric characters and an unexpectedly knowing and self-reflexive wit, all wrapped up in covers featuring an assortment of buxom beauties in shredded go-go girl duds and skintight Emma Peel-ish bodysuits. Allison lampooned and referenced the new, instantly cliched milieu of espionage sensationalism in a way that other writers tried (in similar series such as The Lady from L.U.S.T.) and that surfaced on film in the leering Matt Helm series and the chaotic film version of Fleming’s Casino Royale, but Allison did it better than any of them. The topics were funny, hip, and sexy as hell.’ — collaged

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Kenneth R. Brown Tiger In Haight-Ashbury (1967)

‘A novel set against a backdrop of the hippie scene in the Haight-Ashbury. It’s true that peace and love were the hippie ideal. Unfortunately, violence, sex and insurrection became the rule once LSD was introduced into the scene. The blurb on the front cover indicates that this may be a work of pulp fiction: “A savage novel of violence, sex and insurrection. The hippie world explodes – will blow your mind.”— collaged

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William S. Burroughs The Ticket That Exploded (1967)

‘Together with The Soft Machine and Nova Express it is part of a trilogy, often referred to as The Nova Trilogy or The Cut-Up Trilogy, created using the cut-up technique, although for this book Burroughs used a variant called ‘the fold-in’ method. The novel is an anarchic tale concerning mind control by psychic, electronic, sexual, pharmaceutical, subliminal, and other means. Passages from the other two books and even from this book show up in rearranged form and are often repeated. This work is significant for fans of Burroughs, in that it describes his idea of language as a virus and his philosophy of the cut-up technique.’ — collaged

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Tom Robbins Another Roadside Attraction (1967/1971)

‘In 1967 Robbins mailed off 30 pages of his novel to Nichols who sent them to the New York office. The senior editors, some holdovers for when Doubleday was a Roman Catholic publishing house did not approve but Nichols encouraged Robbins to keep writing. After he had 70 pages there were then sent back to New York but the younger editors still failed to convince the senior editors to publish. It wasn’t until 1970 that Doubleday finally accepted the manuscript and published 6,000 copies in 1971. In his memoir, Robbins states that he didn’t want to describe the sixties in this novel but to re-create them on the page, “to mirror in style as well as content their mood, their palatte, their extremes, their vibrations, their profundity, their silliness and whimsy.” Robbins also said he used a collage technique—he skimmed media such as the underground press, KRAB radio program guides, broadsides, fliers for concerts to try and pluck out items that might capture a portrait of the period. In the book a baboon is stolen from the Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle. Shortly after publication someone did actually steal a baboon from the Zoo.’ — collaged

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Terry Southern Red-Dirt Marijuana and Other Tastes (1967)

‘Like much of Southern’s work, Red-Dirt Marijuana and Other Tastes presents a detailed portrait of American culture during the 1960s. Many stories, in particular “You’re Too Hip, Baby”, “The Blood of a Wig”, and “The Night the Bird Blew for Doctor Warner”, explore the mentality of the hippie and the pretentiousness of countercultures. Other stories, like “Recruiting for the Big Parade” and “Twirling at Ole Miss”, present unusual non-fiction, and may be viewed as an early form of gonzo journalism. “Twirlin’ at Ole Miss” has been cited by Tom Wolfe as one of the defining works of the genre and as such it was included in Wolfe and A.W. Johnson’s anthology The New Journalism. The majority of the book’s stories, like the eponymous “Red-Dirt Marijuana”, simply present detailed character sketches and bizarre flights of fancy. In “The Sun and the Still-Born Stars”, a Texan farmer wages a surreal, Beowulfian struggle against a mysterious sea monster. In “Love Is a Many Splendored”, Franz Kafka receives an obscene crank call from Sigmund Freud. Beneath these strange juxtapositions, Southern explores themes of alienation, love, and truth. The collection has been widely praised by authors such as Norman Mailer, Gore Vidal, William S. Burroughs, Robert Anton Wilson, and Kurt Vonnegut. Joseph Heller characterized it as “the cutting edge of black comedy.”‘ — collaged

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Maia Wojciechowska Tuned Out (1968)

‘In Jim’s revealing journal, which is the substance of this moving book, we share the experience of that terrible summer – the LSD and marijuana, the hippies, the disillusionment, the helpless confusion and fear. It is all recorded frankly, to the final horror of Kevin’s freaking out and the shaky beginnings of his redemption. Kevin comes home from college, and he’s become a marijuana fiend! He giggles maniacally, flaps his hands, hallucinates evil circles, and demands that Jim smoke pot with him. While Kevin freaks out, Jim experiences ecstasy, and then is visited by a devil who is out to get Kevin’s soul and an angel who urges Jim to save him. The angel takes off, having convinced Jim that pot is bad. Kevin then hauls Jim out to score LSD, which Kevin has never tried before. They meet naked, dirty hippie chicks in a filthy squat, and nice adults who warn them of the terrors of “freaking out.” Kevin trips and “freaks out.” He thinks the circles are attacking him, breaks a mirror and goes catatonic.’ — collaged

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Richard Brautigan In Watermelon Sugar (1968)

‘It is a tale of a commune organized around a central gathering house which is named “iDEATH”. In this environment, many things are made of watermelon sugar (though the inhabitants also use pine wood and stone for building material and fuel is made from trout oil). The landscape of the novel is always changing. Each day has a different colored sun which creates different colored watermelons, and the central building also changes frequently. Through the narrator’s first person account we hear the story of the people and the events of iDEATH. The central tension is created by Margaret, once a lover of the narrator, and inBOIL, a rebellious man who has left iDEATH to live near a forbidden area called the Forgotten Works. It is a huge trash heap where the remnants of a former civilization lie abandoned in great piles. Margaret, a collector of such ‘forgotten things’, is friendly with inBOIL and his followers, who explore the place and make whiskey.’ — collaged

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Tom Wolfe The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test (1968)

‘Tom Wolfe’s much-discussed kaleidoscopic non-fiction novel chronicles the tale of novelist Ken Kesey and his band of Merry Pranksters. In the 1960s, Kesey led a group of psychedelic sympathizers around the country in a painted bus, presiding over LSD-induced “acid tests” all along the way. Long considered one of the greatest books about the history of the hippies, Wolfe’s ability to research like a reporter and simultaneously evoke the hallucinogenic indulgence of the era ensures that this book, written in 1967, will live long in the counter-culture canon of American literature.’ — collaged

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Michael Moorcock The Final Programme (1968)

‘Written in 1965 as the underground culture was beginning to emerge, it was not published for several years. Moorcock has stated that publishers at the time considered it was “too freaky”. Set in a world totally abstract and chaotic, it introduces Jerry Cornelius as a hip superhero and follows his adventures as he attempts to subvert a plot by his disreputable brother Frank and Miss Brunner to build a super computer for nefarious ends. Jerry is sucked into the plans of Miss Brunner to create the perfect being by merging the bodies of Jerry and herself together. When this is done, a radiantly charismatic hermaphroditic being emerges from the machinery. All who see the new creature fall quaking to their knees. As things turn out, Jerry discovers that “it’s a tasty world”.’ — collaged

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Carlos Castaneda The Teachings of Don Juan: A Yaqui Way of Knowledge (1968)

‘A young anthropologist goes into the desert, meets an old shaman and does a bunch of peyote, DMT/salvia, and shrooms. This book is his account from one trip to another with bits of hippy-wisdom thrown in, like the oft-quoted “ask yourself if this path has a heart” passage. Beyond the tripping, the author doesn’t seem to understand the spiritual aspects of what Don Juan is trying to tell him. Like when he smoked the “little smoke” and thought himself to become a bird, he asks Don Juan afterwards “did I really become a bird?” and needles him to give him an objective answer, which, in my opinion, defeats the purpose of the whole experience. His assessment of his time with Don Juan only go as deep as his literal understanding of things, rather than any meaningful, metaphorical reflection of his “teaching”. I couldn’t decide if he’s either really dense or just too westernized to see anything beyond his daily comprehension.’ — Adam, goodreads

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Kenneth Tindall Great Heads (1969)

‘The book’s Great Heads are hip, restless wanderers who populate a world addled with drugs and hormones, set to the beat of experimental rock and punctuated with poetry, bar fights and police brutality. Billie Stonecipher, folk-singer, anchors the love story that chronicles the lives of a reckless set: Ole Hansen, a scholarly, smooth-talking drug dealer; blind virtuoso Chester Flynn; his closest boyhood friend Robert Gemshorn; and Chester’s wife, Birgit, a native whose bohemian boutique is a hangout and a hit. Tindall’s characters are set in bittersweet arrangements where they create and destroy one another like symphonic movements in scenes of brutal and exhilarating honesty.’ — collaged

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Rudolph Wurlitzer Nog (1969)

‘“Rudy Wurlitzer,” his mama must have shouted, “you stay away from those big blue mushrooms down by the jukeyard!” He mustn’t have heard because his novel Nog is one helluva trip. Strange one, this Rudy Wurlitzer, descended from a long line of music machine magicians, of Rudolph Wurlitzer Company fame, young Rudy a wanderer with Eastern interests, a peacenik beatnik beachnik boho bum blues aficionado with hopes of writing apocalyptic psychedelic Westerns for the once sepiasilver by then rainbowsmeared Big Screen. Only the Screen turned into his Mind. By the time Rudy was a sprout the Wurlitzer fortune had long dwindled, so he set off, bloodwarmwaves in eager veins, like so many in his day seeking some transcendental phantom republic out there in the deserts, in the cities and towns tucked tidy in their deepest longings for a birth of joyful exuberant existence. And all Rudy seemed to think about was frontier apocalypse and how everyday was starting to feel like Altamont. A starry wandering vegetable existence. Cults in the desert. An octopus in the trailer. What a nightmare. Have you seen a Wurlitzer jukebox or piano? Those things must have turned his head inside out. I imagine Rudy Wurlitzer’s wasteland, after the trip wore off, filled with pianos and jukes, stacked in the sand like pyramids, or a whole junkyard as far as the eye will let in. Rudy standing high in the twisted ruined wastes with the sun dropping its final rays around him, illuminating the silver wood guts of the world, looking up beyond the gnarled heaps with hope in his heart and the cities now gleaming in his mind, thinking maybe this time there would be transcendence.’ — Shan, goodreads

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Richard Horn Encyclopedia (1969)

‘This daring novel is structured as a series of alphabetical entries, complete with definitions, dates, verbatim dialogue, lists of objects, and cross-references, that the reader can use as he pleases. The dates of various events, given within the entries, carry the narrative forward, so that the reader is made aware of the ultimate fortunes of the characters by means of a multiple, interior chronology. The basic story is of the desperate and unhappy love of Tom Jones, a young, aspirant poet, for Sadie Massey, a well-off girl who has flung herself into the several bohemias available to her, and embraced, with equal fervor, drugs, alcohol, art, and sexual promiscuity. Their love affair, and the background of mutual friends and enemies against which it is set, reveals a cross-section of urban artistic life that is limned with a clarity and acuteness that borders on the photographic.’ — collaged

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Jane Gallion Stoned (1969)

‘The Stuarts live in interesting times. The anti-war movement is being taken to the streets, the civil rights movement has just gained a martyr in Martin Luther King, and as for the home front – women everywhere are getting downright uppity. What do women want? They want out of the kitchen. They want more than just a new washer. More than a nicer house in a better neighborhood. More than putting the kids to bed and settling down with a good book. They want liberation, some excitement in their lives, and they want sex – good sex and plenty of it. And they’re tired of being ladylike about it. Times are changing. Happy Days are long over. Times are beginning to change in the Stuart house, too. Folding laundry and going to bed unsatisfied are just not making it any more. Sex, LSD, and rock and roll are about to change Elaine Stuart’s life forever. And about time, too!’ — collaged

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William J. Craddock Be Not Content (1970)

‘Almost completely unknown among the various chronicles of life in 1960s America (Thomas Wolfe’s The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test comes to mind), this book is astoundingly well-written and perceptive, considering that Craddock was only 21 when he finished it. It’s an autobiographical tale of his experiences (in the form of his alter ego Abel Egregore) as, first, a member of the Night Riders motorcycle club in southern California, and later as a hippie “acid freak” seeking enlightenment through near-constant experimentation with LSD and marijuana. Although the descriptions sometimes run on over-long, Craddock is often at his best when he’s describing what it’s like to be high on acid. He often differentiates between time as it is experienced during a trip, and time as it is normally experienced, and how the hallucinations tend to distort one’s sense of time, as well as all other senses. As with his own experience of the events, it is often difficult to tell which parts of his trips are real — did that conversation with his friend Preston really take place, or was it part of the hallucination? — and which parts are just chemically induced sensory distortion.’ — Curt Corman, goodreads

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Thomas McGuane The Bushwacked Piano (1971)

‘It’s amazing how pointless my life seems when I’m trying to make myself read a book I don’t like. Reading a really bad book can be kind of fun, as I like to mentally catalog all my complaints in preparation for writing a scathing review. But I didn’t have that sense of purpose here. I just kept thinking, again and again, “what?” I guess I just didn’t get it. There were whole paragraphs and conversations that I couldn’t connect to the story, and there were dozens of allusions that went way over my head. The main character, who I’m assuming is supposed to be sympathetic, just came off as really high all the time or maybe actually insane. In fact, all of the characters and their interactions with each other seemed totally unnatural. I just couldn’t put two and two together. I had no idea where the story was going. I didn’t know what to think, and that’s why it took me over a week to get through a mere 220 pages.’ — Christina, goodreads

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Renee Auden The Party (1971)

‘Published by the legendary Olympia Press, The Party written by Uta West under the pseudonym Renee Auden is a novel based on the imagined sexual encounters of a wealthy groupie who takes LSD and has trips and sex and profound conversations with Jim Morrison, Mick Jagger and Jimi Hendrix. Felicity is the most depraved, sensuous, naïve, and sophisticated product of our society. A jet-set hippie, her perfect face, stunning figure, and flaming red hair electrify the public and the performers as soon as she appears in the audience of a rock concert. She is the Supergroupie, the Modern Female, the Child Woman—excessive, insatiable, and lost in the endless erotic dream which explodes into reality after the concert—when she arrives at The Party.’ — collaged

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Hunter S. Thompson Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1972)

‘The novel lacks a clear narrative and frequently delves into the surreal, never quite distinguishing between what is real and what is only imagined by the characters. The basic synopsis revolves around journalist Raoul Duke (Hunter S. Thompson) and his attorney, Dr. Gonzo (Oscar Zeta Acosta), as they arrive in 1971 Las Vegas to report on the Mint 400 motorcycle race for an unnamed magazine. However, this job is repeatedly obstructed by their constant use of variety of recreational drugs, including LSD, ether, cocaine, alcohol, mescaline, and cannabis. This leads to a series of bizarre hallucinogenic experiences, during which they destroy hotel rooms, wreck cars, and have visions of anthropomorphic desert animals, all the while ruminating on the decline of both the “American Dream” and the 60s counterculture in a city of greed.’ — collaged

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Marco Vassi The Stoned Apocalypse (1972)

‘Stoned, rolling from here to there on that route from megasex to metatheater, & gathering no moss–just a certain amount of grundge–this is young Marco Vassi’s search for…who knows. It begins with a Gurdjieffite psychic who comments that killing himself will be the “one significant act” of which he’s capable; goes on to LSD & Scientology where a lovely girl smiles “deep into his libido,” travels west to a commune, the Haight, the nude encounter, a place called the Grainery which is half macrobiotic, half fruitarian, & finally to a hospital as an unpaid aide where supposedly he’s getting into other people’s heads before he’s his Laingian revelation. Sort of like that soiled stub of a Greyhound bus ticket, it’s just a tedious remnant of the world we’ve seen too often in books like this even if Vassi has managed to retain some of his youthful energy.’ — Kirkus

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Jackson Short Blue Alice (1972)

‘This salacious, drug riddled LSD influenced paperback novel was read by my ex girlfriend and I on a waterbed in the early 70s as our adolescent romance bloomed. The memory of it was a running gag in our relationship. This past May, my ex girlfriend told me she would have to undergo a double mastectomy and chemo. What horrible news. I racked my brains as to what I could do to let her know I was there for her. And suddenly I remembered the novel Blue Alice. Happily, I found it online and purchased it from this bookseller. When the novel arrived, not only was it securely packaged but it was also gift-wrapped so exquisitely that I wept with joy. Then I called the bookseller to thank her for this extra touch which made a horrid event a little bit easier to take!’ — Jay Blotcher

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Robert Anton Wilson The Illuminatus! Trilogy (1975)

The Illuminatus! Trilogy is a series of three novels written by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson first published in 1975. The trilogy is a satirical, postmodern, science fiction-influenced adventure story; a drug-, sex-, and magic-laden trek through a number of conspiracy theories, both historical and imaginary, related to the authors’ version of the Illuminati. The narrative often switches between third- and first-person perspectives in a nonlinear narrative. It is thematically dense, covering topics like counterculture, numerology, and Discordianism. The plot meanders between the thoughts, hallucinations and inner voices (both real and imagined) of its many characters, as well as through time (past, present, and future)—sometimes in mid-sentence. Much of the back story is explained via dialogue between characters, who recount unreliable, often mutually contradictory, versions of their supposed histories. There are even parts in the book in which the narrative reviews and jokingly deconstructs the work itself.’ — collaged

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p.s. Hey. I have been told to pass this message along to those of you who are having trouble commenting. I hope it helps:  If you’re finding yourself locked out of commenting because of the Cloudflare human checkbox, try updating your browser and disabling any browser extensions that may interfere with the captcha (e.g., ad blockers, VPNs, privacy extensions.) You should be able to disable ad blockers for this site only, the blog doesn’t have any ads. Please let me know if this solves the problem or if it doesn’t. Otherwise, apparently the Cloudflare thing cannot be disabled. It is built into my hosting site’s security system. Cloudflare is aware that there’s a bug in the verification thing and say they are working to debug it as soon as possible. ** jay, Hi. Miku, yes. Have you seen ‘her’ live? I was lucky enough to once, and it was incredible. I saw the Miku opera ‘The End’ too, and it was astonishing. That makes sense about the houses, and I’m daydreaming. ‘MPD Psycho’, okay, thanks. Oh, you mean within the narrative … yes, the protagonist/narrator is inspired by Sade’s machinations, and I think he references Sade thereby at least once. So, yes, that’s absolutely true. See you on the other side. ** kier, Morning to you, k! Funny that 27 degrees is hot. Good old way up north. The ear is middling, but I have a doctor’s appointment now, so hopefully the problem is soon to be solved. Oh, shit, about your throat soreness. I hope the physical therapist fixes what they can. My French is so dead that I can’t confirm about ‘santé’, but I’m seeing Zac shortly, and I’ll ask him. Christophe Mae is miserable, yikes. I actually saw him live once when he opened for Johnny Hallyday, and he was an irritating snore. Your day sounds forwardly propulsive. My day was kind of hellish. Our monstrous film producer went on a psychotic email rampage all day and night desperately trying to evade this gigantic debt he has put us in by trying to blame Zac and me for his severe fuck up, and it was just a non-stop onslaught of insane, pathetic shit-slinging. We have a meeting this morning with our good producer to try to figure what to do about him. That ate the whole day other than a nice lunch with my friend Ange, one of the stars of our new film. Ugh. The minor special effects involve erasing the sight of the camera crew in a window in one shot, erasing the name of the university where we shot the ‘high school’ scene from another shot, stabilising five shots, and putting a little more fog in one shot. Really very simple but necessary stuff. Cool, exciting about the Oslo screening possibility. Yes, let’s sort it out once the film’s perfect. Thank you, my pal. I hope today leads to you feeling physically much better and hopefully lots of aesthetic fun to boot. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hey, B. Thanks for thanking Marilyn. I hope she saw it. I used to watch Top of the Pops. In fact, I still do on occasion thanks to YouTube’s memory bank. ** nat, Oh, wow, that’s wild and cool about your Vocaloid/Utauloid past. Exciting. ‘Agitator’, gotcha, I don’t know it, and thanks a ton for the links. I’ll get on that. I hope your body does the right thing and gives you the ideal temperature as soon as this very minute. ** Lucas, Hey, L. No prob. You doing a little better is good to hear. You gotta start somewhere. Things kind of suck here at the moment. Film stuff, briefly addressed in my kier comment. Ugh, but we’re persevering. I read I think two Baldwin novels, and I liked them okay, but I think I like his non-fiction and essays and things a lot more than his fiction. Probably like you. You’re writing again! I hope your reawakened muse hangs way in there. Nice friends you have there. I wish I could reach into the screen and shake their claws. Have the loveliest day you can, pal. ** HaRpEr, Great luck with the new approach to the new room. That makes sense. Wow, the hormones are in the form of a gel you rub onto yourself? I had no idea. I really need to research how that works. I just lazily assumed it was a pill-based thing. That ‘Great American Novel’ dream/hierarchy persists. That’s still the optimal goal in the minds of the literary establishment over there, and especially amongst the critical establishment. That’s how blah literary ‘loud’ mouths like Jonathan Franzen get to where they are. But the future has other plans for what’s great, thank god. Of course I agree with everything you said, as I so often do. ** Oscar 🌀, While my ear is in a slightly less taxing phase of its cloggedness, it and I thank you heartily for the cotton missiles. No doubt they’ll do the trick. Have we already talked about how your dad, who’s a big ‘South Park’ fan, as you know, wanted to name you Cartman, and your mom, who’s a respected avant-garde composer, as you know, wanted to name you Oscillate, and then how they got high one night and reached a compromise? I lived in Amsterdam for 2 1/2 years and I never smoked once! Can you believe it? Nice about the tour boat. I once attended an experimental theater piece there that involved taking a tour boat ride with a blind tour boat operator and a blind tour guide. It was scary. Welcome home! It’s not raining here, but the forecast says it’s supposed to be raining, so I don’t know. Hm, I have not noticed an uptick in the catboy slave contingent, but I’ll pay closer attention next time to be sure. It’s always such a relief to see the cats amidst all the millions of dog slaves. A boon, as always, to see you! ** Right. Maybe you remember a post from a couple of weeks ago about films that might or might not have ingested LSD. Well, I made a literary sequel/twin for you. How about that? Trip out, y’all. See you tomorrow.

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