KEN KESEY, NOVELIST AND '60S ICON, DIES

Obituary: Author Of 'Cuckoo's Nest' And Leader Of LSD-Fueled Pranksters Was 66.

Novelist Ken Kesey, who wrote "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest," then
became a prophet of the psychedelic era when he led an LSD-fueled band of
free spirits on a cross-country bus trip in the early 1960s, died Saturday
at a hospital in Eugene, Ore. He was 66.

His death came two weeks after cancer surgery to remove nearly half of his
liver.

Kesey found resounding critical acclaim with "Cuckoo's Nest," a darkly
humorous parable set in a mental hospital. Published in 1962, his first
novel resonated with a generation weary of the conformist 1950s and
receptive to its message about the dangers to individual freedom and
expression. He also was the leader of the Merry Pranksters, who commanded a
1939 school bus painted in Day-Glo hues to spread their love of
hallucinogens and a let-it-be attitude. Their exploits were celebrated in
Tom Wolfe's "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test," which became an underground
classic soon after its 1968 publication. Kesey emerged as a countercultural
folk hero.

"He was very definitely the person who set the tone of the entire
psychedelic or hippie movement," Wolfe said Saturday by phone from
Philadelphia. "Ken had this expression: 'It's time to move off dead
center.' . . . A whole generation moved off dead center, a whole lot of
things changed, from the breakdown in the walls of formality between
teachers and students to the use of hallucinogenic drugs."

Together with Timothy Leary, another guru of the '60s, Kesey was a major
figure in "a general throwing aside of constraints, which made a tremendous
difference in American society," Wolfe said.

Kesey's second and most successful novel, "Sometimes a Great Notion,"
followed closely behind "Cuckoo's Nest," in 1964. Over the next three
decades, he would write only one more major novel, "Sailor Song," in 1992.

He seemed to relish confounding conventional expectations, abandoning
writing for long stretches while he pursued other interests--performing
with the Grateful Dead, giving readings of his children's stories, making
videos out of the miles of footage he and other Pranksters shot during what
they came to call the Intrepid Trip.

"He was a very kinetic individual," said novelist Larry McMurtry, who
studied writing with Kesey at Stanford University in the late 1950s. "It is
as a writer that I think of Ken. [But] he had something of the farmer in
him, something of the director in him. And the Pranksters on the bus
putting on hats and brightening up the lives of people in many
communities--it seemed to please him."

"Kesey was the trickster par excellence," said Robert Faggen, an associate
professor of literature at Claremont McKenna College, who wrote the
introduction to the 40th anniversary edition of "Cuckoo's Nest," to be
published by Viking in January. "He was always challenging and subverting
those around him, challenging the masquerade of settled life."

Kesey's literary output was not immense and his later works were often
dismissed, sometimes savagely, by critics who suggested that his years of
drug experimentation had ruined his writing.

But there was a common strand, which he once described this way: "There's a
snake in the grass. Sometimes it's the government. Sometimes it's evil
spirits. Sometimes it's some part of yourself," he told The Times in 1990.
"But there's an evil force, and it attacks you [where] you are most
vulnerable."

Art, he believed, was the opposition force and held the possibility of
salvation.

"That's what 'Cuckoo's Nest' is about," he said. "That's what 'Great
Notion' is about: the small trying to stand up against a great force. But
that force is getting stronger."

Kesey was born in La Junta, Colo., the son of dairy farmers. As a child he
moved with his family to Oregon, where he developed a great love of the
outdoors, swimming, fishing and riding river rapids. He was voted most
likely to succeed when he graduated from high school in Springfield.

He went on to the University of Oregon in Eugene, where he made his mark as
a wrestler and as an actor in campus plays. After graduating in 1957, he
spent some time as a bit actor in Hollywood.

He gave up acting for the writing program at Stanford, which he attended on
a Woodrow Wilson Fellowship. He was taught by Wallace Stegner and Malcolm
Cowley, the legendary editor of both William Faulkner and Jack Kerouac,
whose "On the Road" had just been published. Kesey's fellow students
included McMurtry, Wendell Berry, Robert Stone and Ernest Gaines.

Kesey lived in a Palo Alto bohemian enclave called Perry Lane, where a
neighbor told him of government experiments with "psychomimetic" drugs like
LSD at the Menlo Park Veterans Administration Hospital. In 1959 Kesey
signed up as a paid volunteer in the experiments and was so entranced by
the mind-altering capabilities of the drugs he was offered that he sought
to extend his access by becoming a night attendant in the mental ward.

His experiences provided the grim grist for "Cuckoo's Nest."

He was taking mescaline and LSD when he conceived the novel, he said, and
was under the influence of peyote when he wrote the first few pages.

The drugs, he told Faggen in a 1994 interview for the Paris Review, "gave
me a different perspective on the people in the mental hospital, a sense
that maybe they were not so crazy or as bad as the sterile environment they
were living in."

The story warns of the evils afoot in postwar America. It is told through
the eyes of Chief Bromden, an American Indian electro-shocked into silence.
Nurse Ratched, who rules the ward with drugs and terror, is a symbol of
repression and dehumanization. Randle Patrick McMurphy, the cocky con man
who feigns craziness to escape a prison term, rebels against the asylum's
ridiculous rules and incites other inmates to rise up against the tyranny
but winds up paying dearly, lobotomized into submission.

The novel's power came in its timing, critic Pauline Kael once wrote. It
"preceded the university turmoil, Vietnam, drugs, the counterculture. Yet
it contained the prophetic essence of that whole period of revolutionary
politics going psychedelic, and much of what it said . . . has entered the
consciousness of many--possibly most--Americans."

"Cuckoo's Nest" was made into a play and adapted for the movies. The film,
directed by Milos Forman and starring Jack Nicholson as McMurphy, swept the
1976 Academy Awards, winning five Oscars.

But Kesey was barely credited for its success, which was just as well,
because he abhorred the filmmakers' abandonment of Chief Bromden as the
narrator. He earned only $28,000 from the movie, which grossed millions,
and swore never to see it.

His second novel explored a vastly different landscape. "Sometimes a Great
Notion" unfolds in the Pacific Northwest. The title is taken from the folk
song refrain "Sometimes it seems a great notion"to jump in the river and
drown." The protagonists are the Stamper brothers, Ivy League-educated
Leland and his rougher-hewn half-brother, Hank, whose motto is "Never give
an inch." They are independent loggers in a union-dominated town. The
novel, elaborately structured with rapidly alternating points of view,
explores their clashes with the community as well as with each other.

Although less successful commercially than "Cuckoo's Nest," it won raves
from the critics, who appreciated its ambition. Leslie Fiedler, writing in
the New York Herald Tribune, said that in creating such a different work
from his first, Kesey had committed "an act of heroism, equivalent on its
own literary merits level to any feat of Kesey's lumberjack hero. He has,
in effect, tried to redeem the big book, the Great American Novel--replete
with virgin landscapes and swelling with virile assertions."

After two solid years spent writing "Sometimes a Great Notion," which was
later made into a movie starring Henry Fonda and Paul Newman, Kesey was
ready for adventure. The Pranksters had assembled and began hosting
"happenings," initially private parties, which evolved into large public
events, or "acid tests," that included light shows, psychedelic art and
music, appreciated while under the influence of drugs.

Soon they cooked up the cross-country tour, which would end in New York for
the publication of Kesey's second novel.

They outfitted the vintage International Harvester school bus with
stereophonic and camera equipment and speakers loud enough to broadcast to
the passing world. They painted wild designs in iridescent yellows,
oranges, blues, reds. Then they adorned it with two signs. The one in front
announced its name, Further. The one in back cautioned "Weird Load."

"The Pranksters were now out among them," Wolfe wrote, "and it was
exhilarating--look at the mothers staring!--and there was going to be holy
terror in the land."

Kesey met Kerouac during the trip. He also tried to meet Leary, but the
latter was in the midst of a three-day meditation and would not take a
break. Music was blaring, drugs were flowing, and Kesey, dubbed Chief
Prankster, was at the roiling center.

Deirdre English, writing in the New York Times Book Review a few decades
later, noted that "Uptight America was in desperate need of what they
provided: an astoundingly successful communal exorcism of the stifling
spirits of the '50s conformity."

Kesey came to be seen as a bridge between the Beats of the 1950s and the
hippies who came after. It was an honor he viewed with typical Keseyian humor.

"To be the bridge from the Beatniks to the hippies shows that we don't
exist in either world. We lie in the cracks between them. We think of
ourselves as crackers," he told the Times-Union of Albany, N.Y., earlier
this year.

The cross-country bus trip, his old friend and novelist Stone once
observed, was an act intent on breaking down "the artifice between the
artist and his public."

To be the art or the artist--this was the tension that drove Kesey the rest
of his years.

He wrote a screenplay based on his 1967 flight to Mexico to evade
prosecution on marijuana charges. He later served a short sentence at the
San Mateo County Jail and the San Mateo Sheriff's Honor Camp. After his
release, he moved to a farm outside Eugene, near the town of Pleasant Hill.
It became a mecca for hippies and other vagabonds who saw Kesey as their guru.

He wrote sporadically in the following years. His books included "Kesey's
Garage Sale," which one critic described as a rather chaotic collection of
essays, articles and interviews. Thirteen years would pass before he
produced another book, "Demon Box," also a collection of shorter writings.
He wrote a couple of children's stories and a mystery called "Caverns," a
joint project of a writing class he taught at the University of Oregon in
the late 1980s.

He struggled to return to a more traditional novel in "Sailor Song," but
gave up writing it for a while after the death of a son, Jed, in a car
crash in 1990. Kesey completed the book in 1992, almost 20 years after his
previous major novel. Set in a blighted Alaskan fishing village, "Sailor
Song" takes place at some future time, when the plagues of global warming,
nuclear pollution and rampant cancer have all come to bear. The critical
reaction was mixed, with those who disliked it particularly vehement.

Although he was unapologetic about his use of drugs, Kesey conceded that
they "probably" hindered his fictional voice. "But if I could go back and
trade in certain experiences I've had for brain cells presumably burned
up," he told the Los Angeles Times in 1990, "it would be a tough decision."

He remained colorful to the end. He performed in concerts wearing top hat
and tails and, accompanied by the New York Philharmonic Chamber Orchestra,
read his children's story "Little Tricker the Squirrel Meets Big Double the
Bear." He experimented with writing an illuminated novel with pictures and
different styles of print. He wrote a play called "Twister." He maintained
a Web site, with longtime friend Ken Babbs, called IntrepidTrips.com.

These projects, he once said, were "all part of the same work. You put on a
different costume. But you're always a shaman. The fire pit changes its shape."

He is survived by his wife, Faye; a son, Zane; daughters Shannon Smith and
Sunshine Kesey; his mother, Geneva Jolley; a brother, Chuck; and three
grandchildren.

Funeral arrangements were incomplete.

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EXCERPTS

Here is an excerpt from Ken Kesey's first novel, "One Flew Over the
Cuckoo's Nest." In this excerpt, Kesey's protagonist, the massive Chief
Bromden, tears the control panel from the floor of the tub room at the
mental hospital and hurls it through the wall to make his escape.

"The moon straining through the screen of the tub-room windows showed the
hunched, heavy shape of the control panel, glinted off the chrome fixtures
and glass gauges so cold I could almost hear the click of it striking. I
took a deep breath and bent over and took the levers. I heaved my legs
under me and felt the grind of weight at my feet. I heaved again and heard
the wires and connections tearing out of the floor. I lurched it up to my
knees and was able to get an arm around it and my other hand under it. The
chrome was cold against my neck and the side of my head. I put my back
toward the screen, then spun and let the momentum carry the panel through
the screen and window with a ripping crash. The glass splashed out in the
moon, like a bright cold water baptizing the sleeping earth. Panting, I
thought for a second about going back and getting Scanlon and some of the
others, but then I heard the running squeak of the black boys' shoes in the
hall and I put my hand on the sill and vaulted after the panel, into the
moonlight."

In this excerpt from Kesey's second novel, "Sometimes a Great Notion," the
Stamper family's life on the Oregon land is brought into focus.

"The family was living in a feed store in town when it was very cold, and
the rest of the time in the big tent across the river where they were
working on the house, which, like everything else in the land, grew on and
on with slow, mute obstinacy over the months, seemingly in spite of all
Jonas could do to delay it. The house itself had begun to haunt Jonas; the
larger it became the more frantic and trapped he felt. There the blamed
thing stood on the bank, huge, paintless, Godless. Without its windows it
resembled a wooden skull, watching the river flow past with black sockets.
More like a mausoleum than a house; more like a place to end life, Jonas
thought, than a place to start fresh anew. For this land was permeated with
dying; this bounteous land, where plants grew overnight, where Jonas has
watched a mushroom push from the carcass of a drowned beaver and in a few
gliding hours swell to the size of a hat--this bounteous land was saturated
with moist and terrible dying."