The Hippie Parents weren't for all their distraction and funk, for their love triangles and LPs and antiwar demonstrations, illiterates...You'd find the books in the downstairs bathroom, or on their bedside tables, or maybe see them unwrapped at holidays as gifts, a cherished revelation passed from one to another, shared like a joint...
In Jonathan Lethem's "The Ecstasy of Influence: Nonfictions, Etc.," the author reflects on the counterculture of the Hippie era, acknowledging the chaotic lifestyle of Hippie parents. Their lives were marked by distractions, unconventional relationships, and political activism, contributing to a perception of them as somewhat misguided or illiterate. Yet, amidst this apparent disorder, there was a profound love for literature and sharing knowledge.
Books became a means of connection within the hippie community, found in intimate spaces like bathrooms or on nightstands. They served as gifts, representing treasured ideas passed along in a manner akin to sharing a joint. This suggests that while the hippie lifestyle might have seemed erratic, it was also deeply rooted in a culture of learning and communal exploration.