Be Not Content, the psychedelic classic

Steve Silberman has published a long, lyrical review of the re-issue of the psychedelic classic Be Not Content, William Craddock's legendary novel of the glory days of US psychedelic counterculture, which has just been re-issued by Rudy Rucker as an ebook from his Transreal Books imprint. The new edition includes an introduction by Rudy Rucker.

To bestir himself from his suburban ennui, Egregore restores a vintage Harley and starts hanging around with the Night Riders, one of many local gangs -- including the Hell's Angels and Gypsy Jokers -- who fancied themselves the last true American outlaws, the "1% free," while throttling alleged pansies with pool cues and treating women like disposable shop-rags for mopping up excess splooge. Into this Pabst-drenched milieu, Sandoz chemist Albert Hofmann's "problem child" -- LSD! -- arrived like a Zen bomb, opening unutterable chasms of profundity between those who could Dig It and those who couldn't.

With each safari into hyperspace, that "It" became more and more vast, swelling in significance until it became a free-floating cypher standing in for the whole universe. There are no better descriptions of what it must have felt like to be a head in the first days of the acid flash -- when it was still a secret, self-selecting club of adepts -- than those in this book. Egregore instantly disowns the "hard-guy game" and casual brutality of his biker brothers, and embraces a munificent Eternal Now uncovered by the drug, "a zone where everything's just about ready to have already happened, making it all cool."

This zone was disorienting at first, as the gaga scripts and hollow pantomimes of ego and consensus reality were sandblasted away, but "it was good," Egregore concluded. "A new kind of good. No, an old kind of good, almost remembered from early inferred promises." Of course, soon he had a new problem -- figuring out how to stay in the zone, when the Tao grace of the golden molecules only lasted for 8 to 12 hours. But with new shipments of synthesized enlightenment arriving daily from the labs of highly skilled and meticulous (artisanal, one might say) underground chemists like Owsley Stanley, there was no need to ever come down. Right?

Rudy Rucker Resurrects a Lost Classic of Psychedelia


  1. This is why I love my Kindle and will always love my Kindle. It enables me to immediately act on the Rudy Rucker Rule, viz: “if it says Rudy Rucker on it, read it.”

  2. Shit! I don’t have a Kindle or any of that stuff…and it’s $95 for a used copy of the book on Amazon! I’m beginning to think there might be an upside to this whole digital-computery- thing after all. Is anyone going top re-release it? As young acidheads, we devoured the standards- DOORS OF PERCEPTION, D T Suzuki’s Zen stuff, the Don Juan books, etc- how did I miss this?

    1. At the top of the Rudy Rucker page linked to at the bottom of the post, there’s a link to a paperback re-release on amazon which goes for $16. I do have a kindle, but I ordered the paperback instead–I have a feeling this is the kind of book I might want to loan out to certain friends!

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