This is not science-fiction, but epic none the less, as the story of Jim Luck, wandering off in search of himself in the era of the Sexual Revolution, the LSD craze, and the War in Vietnam, all of which shaped him, and me, along with a good part of the Baby Boom generation. Part One—Last Days in Mordor—finds Jim living in an East Village flat, a So-Ho storefront, and a Chinatown loft with a picaresque collection of artists and musicians. Part Two—There and Back Again—chronicles his adventures hitch-hiking from New England to San Francisco, arriving in California with 35 cents in his pocket. Part Three—The Last Homely House at the Edge of the War—concerns the profusion of quasi-religious communities that spread like wildflowers in both the US and Canada at the time, and Jim’s life in a war-resisters’ commune, trying to help deserters from the Vietnam debacle under the watchful eye of the FBI and the RCMP.