Although the copy I read in high school has Jim
Morrison's face on the front and the back-cover
blurb suggests that he and the protagonist are
together at every moment, this book simply features him as an interesting, annoying, odd and infrequent supporting character.
I think I great deal of Strete's poetry was lost
on me the first few times I read this, but I have
little desire to read it again. I found it compelling as a teenager, but knew at the time that I was missing something. Now that I could
appreciate it, I don't think the story is complex
enough to warrant another try.
I mainly get the impression that I never want to
be a roadie, and that I should very carefully
select the people whom I may run away from home with for a week.
If you like poetic prose and have even a slight interest in the sort of environment Morrison may have been in, you may want to pick up this book. You'll probably get more out of it than I did. However, if neither interests you, give it a miss.
It's ... okay.