Flower children
A reviewer at the Village Voice: “There is in America … a growing cultural fascination with the elasticity of reality, and with it a growing urge to tinker at reality’s stretchiest edges. Literature, as the critics now understand it, doesn’t satisfy this urge. But child’s play has always done the trick. Psychedelics too. And now, more and more, our technologies are at it as well.” I’ve thought for a long time, neither deeply nor originally, that being a kid must be like being under the influence of a controlled substance. The short attention span, the giggles, the moodiness, the munchies. It’s not a coincidence that straight-laced writers loved to call the early hippies “children.”
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