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equals Spencer Preskin ’ s, the more  farm and serves mainly as a framework  view, at the core of which is the denial
    celebrated Shiva s Headband violinist.  for Lunar s discoveries about himself:  of all free will. That in itself isn t as bad
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      The photographs may not be crystal  1) He hates hippies; 2) He is gay;3) His  as what that denial works out to be in
    clear, and there isn’t much text (aside  ego must die so that he can live. The  practice: anyone above you in the
    from a brief, excellent introduction by  plot (this is a detective story) includes  Company hcirarchy, anyone psychically
    Chet Flippo). In a few of the shots, ail  Lunar ’ s crime (he dared to love), his  stronger than you, can decide for you
    of each band is not visible. Perhaps valid  apprehending and sentencing himself for  what you are ordained to do, what you
    criticisms were this a fancy art book on  the crime, and the punishment: death.  must do since the Forces demand it.
    flowers. Burton’s Btx >k of the Blues,  Not mortal death, rather the acid- tinged  Any two- bit fundamentalist preacher
    however, is a chronicle of a place and a  lobotomy  peculiar  to followers of  knows that and makes it work for him,
    time when mtisic seemed, if not the  Manson (Man s Son, get it?) and Lyman  as does any spiritual con-man. It ' s only
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    answer, then good enough to pass for  (Ly-man: Wolf-man?). All becomes one,  recently that the con- men have dis-
    the solution.                     one becomes all. Cod is evil, you are  covered the walking wounded of the hip
      Important  exclusions  like  Sir  Satan, we are cosmic, let’s visit the  generation and have found out just how
    Douglas, Bobby Bland, Townes Van  galaxies this weekend my dear if it  vulnerable these plump little rabbits are.
    Zandt, Albert Collins, Clifton Chenier  doesn’t rain. If it does, we ' ll just keep  There’s one excellent, albeit tawdry,
    and John Clay will be in the sequel,  struggling here in God’s eternal movie.  example of the fledgling Company
    which Wilson is currently preparing.  (Hey, that brings to mind the Jesus  mentality at work in Tropical Detective
      Burton’s Book of the Blues costs $5  treaxs at bxpio, the Jesus festival in  Story: a fellow named Will (a thin
    (less than 8 cents a picture ). It is  Dallas that they themselves dubbed  pseudonym for a certain rock writer and
    paperbound, 8” by 9 ’ and can be  “God’s  Forever  Family  Reunion.”  founder of a well-known rock magazine)
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    acquired from the author, c/o P.O. Box  Maybe somebody should introduce Billy  moves into an apartment in New York
    5203, Austin, Tx. 78763. It’ s a fine,  Graham to Mel Lyman ... ).  where Lunar  is  staying with two
    fine book, easily worth the price of  I don’t know. That’s glossing over  women. Will decides that he wants to
    another new album and something   the most important thing: Mungo is one  make love to one of the women. He
    you’ ll be leafing through long after  helluva good writer. It’s just that it  pursues her, sleeps on the couch near
    you’ve grown to loathe most of your  bothers the hell out of me that one of  her bed. She ignores him. He persists,
    records.                          his talent and insight (and, it must be  saying that he wanted her love and that
                         John Lomax   admitted, emotional confusion) could  she couldn’t deny him since he wanted
                                      be sucked into the Lyman vortex.  it so strongly. She finally became
                                        There ’ s really no point in summar-
                                                                       hysterical and threw him out. It didn 't
      TROPICAL DETECTIVE STORY                                         occur to him that she didn ' t want him.
             Raymond Mungo            izing the book (novel) because all it
                                      really is, is a series of Lunar’s/Mungo’s
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                                      progressions to the Company’s point of
      Raymond Mungo is dead, I ’ m sorry
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    novel, Tropical Detective Story. Mungo
    died at the hands of a Lymanish figure
    named Zagg, who lured poor little Ray               THEGOURMETC0KEB00K
    into his New York den, fed him acid
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    and in twenty four hours killed the ego
    that went by the name of Raymond
    Mungo. Zagg filled the remaining human                                 D
    shell with the Lyman sermon - “evil” is                           \ %
    “live,” to live you must die and that
    whole oatmeal-brained rot.
      Now Mungo is alone (which is really
    “All one” - get it?) and is engaged in
    “Company work,” which seems to be
    mainly hastening the apocalypse, be -  to
    coming an Extra- Terrestrial and fleeing
    this globe (been listening to too much             9 contpLere aaioeTO          cocwe
    Starship brand of limp fantasizing, I’ll                     _
    wager), and loving the human race “too            Pleeae tend ma
    much to see it continue.”                                      book«  M.95e#ch plus $.25 handling
      To  backtrack  a  little, Tropical                                      P.O. Box 2793
    Detective Story is supposed to be a          WHITE MOUNTAIN PRESS         Grand Central Station
    novel  (peopled with  many  thinly -                   -    CSf           New York. NY. 10017
    disguised characters you’ll recognize)             M P T
    and Mungo as central character and
    narrator is here known as Dennis Lunar,
    Astral Traveler.
      A slim plot (this is a novel) traces
    Dennis Lunar ' s various travels to Europe
    and Florida and Central America and his                                   art. mtt OP
    experiences at a certain New England
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