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By William J. Craddock, Rudy Rucker
Be now not content material is a coming-of-age novel set in San Jose, California, within the mid 1960s—describing William Craddock’s studies as a tender acidhead. this can be a hip, profound, and wonderfully-written ebook, a different chronicle of the earliest days of the nice psychedelic upheaval. Be no longer content material is stuffed with heat and empathy, tragic from time to time, and extremely humorous in spots, a wastrel masterpiece the place laughter performs counterpoint opposed to the oboes of doom. a paranormal underground masterpiece that’s been almost unobtainable for years. introduced again to existence by way of Transreal Books through an contract with Craddock’s property.
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Be Not Content: A Subterranean Journal by William J. Craddock, Rudy Rucker