There is no better introduction to the world of Marco Vassi than his autobiography, The Stoned Apocalypse, a stirring and sensual work that is both unflinchingly honest and erotically charged. Did the sixties happen so Vassi could exist, or did Vassi define the decade? His journey across the country at the moment when the Woodstock generation was discarding conventions--and clothes--is an allegory of sexual liberation. If you loved Jack Kerouac's On the Road you will thrill to The Stoned Apocalypse--and you will be ready to take on Vassi's mind-blowing novels.

"I suppose I should have stuck it through until graduation if I hadn't met Jeff. The only alternative was getting a job, and without a degree there weren't too many interesting possibilities. Also, on the basic level of material comfort, I didn't have anything to complain about. The campus was extremely pretty. On the night I first saw Jeff I had been without sex for almost three months, and it was making me more than a little jittery. It may say sound unladylike to put it this way, but when he asked me to the party, all I could think was . . . "

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