Robert Stone's 'Prime Green' - NYT Review

[Carvill John]

Quite a good write-up, many Pynchon resonances:

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/01/07/books/review/Kirn.t.html?_r=1&oref=slogin&pagewanted=all

One measure of how long ago the ’60s were now, and how deeply they differ 
from the present, is the extent to which their character is bound up with 
certain terrains, certain locales. One is the forests of Northern 
California, home to the artists’ cabins and hippie shacks where the youthful 
Stone spent countless hours drifting off into the mystic on pot and 
mushrooms.

Toward the close of the book he recounts a night spent camping in Big Sur 
State Park. Something happened that night — man reached the moon — but Stone 
remained below, still trapped in gravity, among a restless cohort still 
trapped in time. He recalls how it felt to lie there and look up into the 
newly “industrialized” heavens.

“Later in the night the half sphere showed a ring, reflecting the ocean 
damp, maybe signaling its violation. If you jammed your face deep into your 
sleeping bag, you could almost hear the clink and rattle of the astronauts 
deploying their krypton tripods and gravity-adjusted calipers. We kept our 
heads down; we were afraid of what we might see — the flash of a logo or, 
for just a moment, the Goodyear blimp.

“Good night, moon.”

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