By John H. Summers 1/15/07 12:00am

Everybody Must Get Stoned: An Era Masterfully Evoked

“Prime Green” was the color of the light rising from the horizon at Manzanillo Bay, flashing before Robert Stone in the autumn of 1966. Mr. Stone had come to Mexico for Esquire. His assignment was to find his friend Ken Kesey, who had become a fugitive from the drug police in San Francisco. Kesey was Read More

By Rachel Lehmann-Haupt 4/01/02 12:00am

For a Merry Prankster, A Day-Glo-Free Funeral

It was a fitting night for a Prankster’s wake. Halloween jack-o’-lanterns glowed in the windows of farmhouses draped with American flags; plastic tombstones leered up from the dark lawns. Exactly the way Ken Kesey-if not my Uncle Sandy-would have staged it.

As the mourners poured into the Stewart Murphy Funeral Home in the quiet Read More