Prime Green: Remembering the Sixties
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Overview
From the New York City of Kline and De Kooning to the jazz era of New Orleans's French Quarter, to Ken Kesey's psychedelic California, Prime Green explores the 1960s in all its weird, innocent, turbulent, and fascinating glory. Building on personal vignettes from Robert Stone's travels across America, the legendary novelist offers not only a riveting and powerful memoir but also an unforgettable inside perspective on a unique moment in American history.
Synopsis
A memoir of America's most turbulent, whimsical decade, in the words of the man who experienced it all...
From the New York City of Kline and De Kooning to the jazz era of New Orleans's French Quarter to Ken Kesey's psychedelic California, Prime Green explores the 1960s in all its weird, innocent, fascinating glory. An account framed by two wars, it begins with Robert Stone's last year in the Navy, when he took part in an Antarctic expedition navigating the globe, and ends in Vietnam, where he was a correspondent in the days following the invasion of Laos. Told in scintillating detail, Prime Green zips from coast to coast, from days spent in the raucous offices of Manhattan tabloids to the breathtaking beaches of Mexico, and merry times aboard the bus with Kesey and the Pranksters.
Building on personal vignettes from Stone's travels across America, this powerful memoir offers the legendary novelist's inside perspective on a time many understand only peripherally. These accounts of the 1960s are riveting not only because Stone is a master storyteller but because he was there, in the thick of it, through all the wild times. From these incredible experiences, Prime Green forges a moving and adventurous portrait of a unique moment in American history.
The Washington Post - Wendy Smith
There aren't many authors who write about metaphysical matters with such passionate unpretentiousness. So it's no surprise to find that Stone's memoir of the 1960s views with unsentimental clarity a decade that has been the subject of more overheated rhetoric than any other in U.S. history.
Editorials
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At times, novelist Robert Stone's trek through the '60s was literally a joy ride: He traveled cross-country with Ken Kesey's acid-fueled Merry Pranksters, imbibing psychedelics and the master's wisdom. Sometimes though, this Brooklyn-born Navy veteran was caught up in a different kind of history: He served as a correspondent in Vietnam and witnessed the Cold War invasion of Laos. Along the way, he metamorphosed into a major American writer: His 1967 novel, A Hall of Mirrors, won a William Faulkner Foundation prize, and his 1974 novel, Dog Soldiers, based partially on his Asian experiences, won a National Book Award. Prime Green recounts Stone's long, strange trip to greatness.Men’s Vogue
βThink A Moveable Feast on acid.βMen's Vogue
"Think A Moveable Feast on acid."Louisville Courier Journal
"β¦[the] memories are as entertaining as they come."Louisville Courier Journal
ββ¦[the] memories are as entertaining as they come.βMen's Vogue
βThink A Moveable Feast on acid.βMichiko Kakutani
What Mr. Stone excels at is conjuring the mood of specific times and places, capturing the attitude he and his friends shared as well as the larger zeitgeist. He gives us the Lower East Side and Greenwich Village in the early β60s, when the Bowery was still lined with flophouses and βroach-challenged bars,β and when going to an artistβs loft party was βlike going to a party in the subway.ββ The New York Times
Wendy Smith
There aren't many authors who write about metaphysical matters with such passionate unpretentiousness. So it's no surprise to find that Stone's memoir of the 1960s views with unsentimental clarity a decade that has been the subject of more overheated rhetoric than any other in U.S. history.β The Washington Post