The column of lasting insignificance   Ojai Orange   blog   Books   Marijuana   Press   Archives   Contact

the column of lasting insignificance...
—for October 10, 2015 by John Wilcock

Manhattan Memories

Chapter Five
Reefer Madness

The man who turned on the world
Tested by Harvard professors
Jan and Stan change my life

I had first met Tim Leary in Mexico at a dinner party in Cuernavaca to which I was taken by my companion at the time, a Berkeley divorcee who seemed to know everybody who mattered. My memories of Tim were this tall, smiling professor conventionally dressed but for some bright red socks. Obviously his mind was pretty sharp but the conversation did not seem in any way unusual.  I didn't know anything about his background--how his years as a clinical psychologist and now at Harvard had soured him on the basics of a discipline that merely helped "patients" to adjust to a society which itself was out of kilter. "Psychotherapy", he had written, "is in some respects an implausible procedure offering to the individual the opportunity to learn those things about himself which, by definition, he does not wish to know".

Something dramatically new was needed to open up people's minds, Tim felt, and he was beginning to think the answer might lie in some consciousness-changing drug. A voracious researcher, he was familiar with Havelock Ellis'  turn-of-the-century experiments with peyote and those of William James and doubtless knew about the experiences of Dr. Albert Hoffman, the Swiss chemist who had invented LSD in 1938 and psilocybin 20 years later.              

By the late 1950s, R. Gordon Wasson's studies about the mystical and religious properties of Mexican "magic" mushrooms had been widely publicized as well as the ways the English psychiatrist Humphrey Osmond had been using LSD to rehabilitate alcoholics in a Canadian mental health clinic. Similar experiments had been taking place in England at the Powick mental hospital in Worcestershire and many of the patients (given the drug without their consent) subsequently suffered horrendous flashbacks which continued for years. At the time, though, LSD seemed to be a new wonder drug capable of dramatically inbueing its subjects with a new sense of reality.

"That summer in Cuernavaca", wrote Leary biographer John Bryan of 1960, "Tim was looking for a 'cure' that would not only help struggling humanity but himself. He sought a youth potion, a magic elixir to bend his mind, tone up his muscles, stiffen his cock, drive the death-thinking, middle-aged blues away".

What he found, sampled and was transformed by, was the magic mushroom, psilocybe mexicana.

"You are never the same after you've had that one flash glimpse down the cellular time tunnel" Leary wrote. "You are never the same after you've had the veil drawn".

The phone rang in my Greenwich Village apartment one Saturday afternoon and a voice identified itself as Michael Hollingshead, a visitor from London where he said he'd been told that I always knew about what parties were going on. I said that, indeed, I was shortly setting off for one uptown with my friend Sophie, and if he'd care to wait for me at 9pm on the steps of the main post office on Eighth Avenue, I'd pick him up en route. I duly introduced them and after the party didn't see either of them again for two years during which time they married, had a child and separated. It was only much later I discovered that Hollingshead had been the courier bringing to Leary his first supply of LSD direct from Albert Hoffman's lab. "The man who turned on the world" is how Michael subsequently styled himself.

Meanwhile, Leary and his working partner Richard Alpert, under the cover of scientific research, were handing pink pills of psilocybin turning people on singly and in groups--400 in the first series of experiments of which 157 answered a questionnaire. Nine out of ten said they wanted to repeat the experience, 83 per cent said they had "learned something or had insight" and 62 per cent (including myself) swore it had changed their lives for the better. My experience came via Dave Solomon, the genial editor of the jazz magazine Metronome, whose emphasis on the impeccability of "these two Harvard professors" quickly overcame my misgivings. "And besides", Dave added, "your friend (novelist) Dan Wakefield will be present and we'll all watch over you".

What I recall most from that afternoon is the pervasive feeling of goodwill, gusts of laughter from me about whatever subject was discussed, and a scary moment as we walked along 42nd Street and I saw a cop approaching. Dave took my arm to calm my paranoia and whispered in my ear. "No law against laughing man; no law against laughing". It was an epiphany.

Subsequently described by High Times as  “an elder statesman of turned-on America”, Dave went on to write seminal books about LSD, cocaine and marihuana, was busted over his relatively minor connection to a drug-conspiracy smuggling scheme and spent more than five years in a British jail. Deported back to the U.S. in 1983, he told the magazine that he had first experienced mescaline as far back as 1957 while working as an editor at Esquire.  He died in the ‘90s.

One afternoon not long after my first drug experience I tried LSD for the first time. The celebrated movie director Milos Forman arrived back at the Village apartment where he staying to find half a dozen of us totally stoned. It must have been a shock but he took it in his stride and refrained from evicting us all until we came down.

Al Aronowitz, probably the most sympatico chronicler of the underground in the "straight press' (he was a feature writer for the New York Post) invited me up to the Plaza Hotel to meet Derek Taylor. "We're bringing the Beatles over to introduce them to America and thought you'd be interested," Derek said, "and, of course, you might have some ideas". I didn't, but I was flattered to be asked. I knew of the Beatles partly because of my regular monitoring of the British papers and magazines. And because Art Unger had told me of the incredible sales racked up by his Datebook whenever it featured Beatles' pictures; what were the chances of doing a whole issue devoted to the group? It seemed a pretty safe bet, I agreed. The issue sold a million copies.

A moviemaker named Stan Russell and his girlfriend Jan Tice had been the major influences on my life early in the 1960s. Jan, a slender model with waist-length hair whose quick mind belied her soft voice and laid-back manner, were virtually inseparable except when Stan felt it necessary to rendezvous with some other beauty, usually Nancy Friday. Jan had a remedy for that. "I make sure I fuck him until he's exhausted just before his date" she confided. She would frequently explain to me that being beautiful (and she was gorgeous) carried its own hazards, one being the way it made her a target for unwanted hostility. I expressed surprise. "Yes" said Jan. "I might be just standing by myself at a party and somebody will challenge me in some way by saying how much they hate my shoes--or my attitude".

"Goodness", I said, "How do you cope with things like that?"

Jan looked me in the eye. "I stare right back just like this" she said, "and I've found that I only need to remember two possible responses: I say either, 'Oh well, I'm just a dumb chick, you know' or I say, 'Oh, I don't agree with you at all; why do you say that?' I've found that one or the other will deal with just about anything".

She went on to explain that the best policy was always to say yes to everything because "you can always say 'no' later, whereas if you say 'no' it's much harder to say 'yes' later".


It was Jan who taught me always to carry what she termed "de-fusers"--a marble, perhaps, or a foreign coin or even an attractive pebble. "When somebody's angry, I just hand it to them and if they accept it--even if they're puzzled--it defuses the situation. Sometimes, later in the conversation if I get angry they'll hand it back and this little de-fuser can go back and forward interminably".

I tried this and it works. Even to this day I carry de-fusers in my pocket, and I thought of Jan nostalgically years later when I was sitting across the table from Walter Bowart, EVO’s former publisher. He kept subtly imitating my postures. If I leaned on the table, he leaned on the table. If I crossed my legs so did he. "It's just body language" Walter explained. "If you act the same as the other person, it subconsciously makes you seem more sympatico".

Jan lived in a magnificent floor-through apartment at Fifth Avenue and 9th Street, complete with marble-topped tables, four-poster bed, ornate hat racks, cane rocking chairs, and a grand piano. Paul Desmond, a near-alcoholic, loved to play the piano at parties and Jan and Stan spent a lot of time persuading him to forsake his booze in favor of pot, although his conversion never lasted for long. There were lots of parties at Jan's pad, and after one rowdy session at the Corner Bistro with a bunch of cronies we all went back to Jan’s place for what inevitably turned into my first (and only) orgy, about which I remember little except that author Rona Jaffe refused to remove her panties (much to the annoyance of her date, Voice columnist Bill Manville).

Rona had started as an editorial assistant at a publishing house before writing a novel The Best of Everything—considered pretty sexy at the time--which was then made into a successful movie by Jerry Wald. She had planned to be a writer when she was seven years old, and once told an interviewer: “I thought what I really wanted was to be a journalist and travel in the jungle with a man, and to share the experience with him”. She brought her journalistic talents into play at the orgy, subsequently selling the story to a skin magazine, reputedly for $2,000.

According to Jan, the way she met Stan was by spotting him in the street and following him, planning to strike up an acquaintance. Stan walked into a building on West 66th Street and through an office door so Jan followed him--only to find herself in Dr. Harold Greenwald's group therapy class. When everybody took turns identifying themselves, Jan said: "Oh, I just followed this nice-looking man here because I liked the look of him" and thereafter she attended the class regularly.

She took me along once, to satisfy my curiosity, and immediately after the session opened and Dr. Greenwald asked how everybody had spent the weekend, one nondescript fellow piped up with: "I dreamed that I was at a group fuck with everybody in the class". Greenwald was unfazed. "I'd like you all to tell me, in turn, how you feel about that" he said. We were about one and half minutes into the 50-minute hour. No wonder, I thought, group therapy was reputed to bring fast results.

With Jan and Stan I had many enjoyable days. I accompanied them upstate to tend an acre of hemp they had planted in Rockland County, nurtured by frequent visits carrying water in collapsible canvas buckets, and sacks of A&P fertilizer.  Unfortunately, just before the harvesting, neighboring deer devoured the entire crop. Our most memorable caper was Stan's idea: enlisting Eugenia Lewis to photograph a naked Jan against historic New York backgrounds. The idea was to produce a  sensational book (this was in 1960, long before everyday nudes were in fashion).

We took pictures without incident early one morning beside the Washington Square Arch, but on our second foray--to Wall Street--were spotted by a passing police car and ended up in court. At the trial, in a brilliant coup, our lawyer made the successful argument that the Disorderly Conduct subsection under which were charged--causing a crowd to collect--was invalid because the only crowd had been a melee of enthusiastic policemen (several patrol cars turned up after the initial report was filed). We were all acquitted but this dream-tabloid story never appeared because that very day was when Bobby Kennedy was shot.


Chapter Five—Reefer Madness (continued)
Jan and Stan change my life


Manhattan Memories is available at amazon.com.


comments? send an email to John Wilcock

also available on amazon.com...
Marijuana—The Weed That Changed the World

National Weed (1974, issue #3)


Over the past year, my combined medical and support costs from a stroke I had in April 2014 have been more than $100,000. If you'd like to help, use the Paypal donate button, or better yet, buy my book, and thank you. —JW


recent columns...

- Complete column archives: 2006 - present

The real, true, history...
Week of May 5, 2018

Alice, Alice at 85, seed money, supermax, and of course, the Wilcock Web...
Week of April 28, 2018

About being in love..., Persoff and Marshall, and of course, the Wilcock Web...
Week of April 21, 2018

The Candy Store
Week of January 20, 2018

From the archives... The religion of Violence & Statistics, otherwise known as college football; WPA II; Would it be called Indiastan or Pakindia?; Who you Gonna call? Crime Predictors; Being a Bank means you never having to say you're sorry; Oil vs. Democracy, and of course, the Wilcock Web...
Week of December 9, 2017

From the archives... The Mother of All Family Feuds, Otaku Means Geek in Japanese, Affirmative Action or 'It all depends on who you know', The Moonies are packin', and of course, the Wilcock Web......
Week of December 2, 2017

Taxing land, not people, Is Socialism Scary?, Stars acting as assholes, Big Thinkers can be such Morons, and of course, The Wilcock Web...
Week of November 18, 2017

Dear Reader,
Week of August 23, 2017

Dear Readers...
Week of January 25, 2017

John Wilcock ... Marijuana, the symbolic center of the underground society
Week of June 8, 2016

John Wilcock ... From the Archives: Cuba Diary—Havana, April 2011
Week of April 20, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Nineteen (continued)--Travels
Week of April 16, 2016

John Wilcock ... From the Archives: When you vote, don’t forget the Republican Paradox
Week of April 13, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Nineteen--Travels: Tokyo-Rick Kennedy recalls; Japan on $5 a Day; About Chapbooks; Magic in South America
Week of April 9, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Eighteen (continued)--Theory & Practice of Travel Writing; Remoteness of Callanish; Jim's Paris dinners
Week of April 2, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Eighteen--The Quest for Magic: Around Europe by VW bus; Regarding armchair travelers; Pisa's Leaning Tower; The magical Alhambra
Week of March 26, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Seventeen (continued)--London's Magical library; In the Cannes
Week of March 19, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Seventeen--The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Week of March 12, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Sixteen--JW'S Secret Diary (continued)
Week of March 5, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Sixteen--JW'S Secret Diary
Week of February 27, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Fourteen (Part Two--Manhattan phone book, JW'S Secret Diary
Week of February 20, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Fourteen--Party Circuit
Week of February 13, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Thirteen--Figaro Diary, part two, Soho Saturday
Week of February 6, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Thirteen--Figaro Diary, part one, Soho Saturday
Week of January 30, 2016

John Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Twelve (continued)--Traveling with Nomad; SoHo Confidential
Week of January 23, 2016

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Twelve--Andy Gets Shot: Max's Kansas City; Jane Fonda's gesture; Christo & Jeanne-Claude
Week of January 16, 2016

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Eleven (continued)-- We go to Rutgers, Ann Arbor ... What people say about Andy
Week of January 9, 2016

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Eleven -- Andy Warhol First encounter....People talk about him....His movies...
Week of January 2, 2016

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Chapter Ten (continued)--The 'Movement' splits: Eldridge Cleaver Year of the Great Hoax…The OZ trial
Week of December 26, 2015

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Chapter Ten--Tom Forcade's smuggling funds High Times; Rolling Stone's underground sabotage
Week of December 19, 2015

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Chapter Nine (continued)--Rip Torn on stardom… Robert Mitchum's gift; London: Julian Beck’s critique; Emmett Grogan and the Diggers; Greece: The Junta, Charlotte Rampling, and art hero Daniel Spoerri
Week of December 12, 2015

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Chapter Nine--Bob Dylan in the Village, Abbie Hoffman and Jerry Rubin, Richard Neville and OZ, What Does London Need Most?, The International Times
Week of December 5, 2015

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Eight (continued)--Japan: a working honeymoon; The Shinjuku Sutra
Week of November 28, 2015

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Eight--Art Kunkin's LA Free Press; In LA with Hunter Thompson, Lenny Bruce; Visit by Warhol; Hakim Jamal plays god; The San Francisco 'Be-In'; Underground papers meet
Week of November 21, 2015

John-Wilcock ... Manhattan Memories: Chapter Seven (continued)--The Underground Press; Army revolt:  fragging officers; Bowart goes to Millbrook
Week of November 14, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Seven--The singing Tit-o-Gram; The East Village Other; Art & Forgery; Birth of Black Power; The Underground Press
Week of November 7, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Six (continued)--Tom Forcade: smuggler supreme; That pathetic drug czar
Week of October 31, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Six—The weed that changed the world--Confessions of a pot smoker
Week of October 24, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Five—Reefer Madness (continued)--Jan and Stan change my life; The man who turned on the world
Week of October 17, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Five—Reefer Madness--The man who turned on the world; Tested by Harvard professors; Jan and Stan change my life
Week of October 10, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Four—Into the '60s--London's underground press; Jean-Jacques Lebel burns US flag; Everybody's friend: Jim Haynes; Lenny Bruce and the kitchen tapes
Week of October 3, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Four—Into the '60s--More Working at The New York Times; Mexico On $5 a Day; What Richard Condon taught me; Henry Miller's wise words
Week of September 26, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Three--The Village Voice (continued) --Lasting insignificance: the 3-dot column, ECHO  and Larry Adler, Woody Allen plays classic nerd, A sample Village Square column
Week of September 19, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Three--More trouble with our star novelist; Lasting insignificance: the 3-dot column; Jean Shepherd’s phantom novel
Week of September 12, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Two--Steve Allen derides TV columnist; Marlene Dietrich--glamorous grandmother
Week of September 5, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter Two--Gilbert Seldes' The Lively Arts; Norman Mailer’s Voice column; Giving parties to meet strangers
Week of August 29, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter One--Chatting with Marilyn Monroe
Week of August 22, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Chapter One--Jack Kent Cooke tells me to stay in Canada; Becoming a New Yorker ;A new Village newspaper; The casual wisdom of Steve Allen
Week of August 15, 2015

Manhattan Memories: Introduction.
Week of August 8, 2015

- column archives: 2006 - present

in the press...

Now on Boing-Boing!
February 12, 2015

The New York Years - Issue 3 The New York Years
October 27, 2010

A Budget Travel Pioneer on a Time When $5 a Day Was Real (Frugal) Moneynytimes.com: Frugal Traveler
by Seth Kugel
John Wilcock at the New York Times

It was the first handwritten letter I'd received in 5 years. Or maybe 10. Signed by John Wilcock, a man I'd never heard of, and postmarked Ojai, Calif., it was waiting for me when I returned from my São Paulo-to-New York summer trip. Mr. Wilcock wrote that he had been an assistant editor at The Times Travel section back in the 1950s, and had written the first editions of “Mexico on $5 a Day,” “Greece on $5 a Day” and “Japan on $5 a Day” for Arthur Frommer in the 1960s.

By George, I thought. This man was the original Frugal Traveler.

(read more)

A Guide to Occult Britain

Forty years ago the second of my three books about magic was published, A Guide to Occult Britain (Sidgwick & Jackson) covering a wide range of sites from Stonehenge to Loch Ness and King Arthur country to the witches of Pendle Hill. It is now available as an eBook on amazon.com.

Manhattan MemoriesManhattan Memories
An Autobiography
by John Wilcock

"A GOOD WAY to describe John Wilcock is to say that he is a talented bohemian counter-culture journalist who once played a major role in the emergence of America’s underground press. Born 1927 in Sheffield, England, he left school aged 16 to work on various newspapers in England, and on Toronto periodicals before moving to New York City. There in 1955 he became one of the five founders of the Village Voice in which he and co-founder Norman Mailer wrote weekly columns. Wilcock called his column “The Village Square”, an intended pun. He and young Mailer were not quite friends, although Wilcock was at times annoyed, but always amused, by Mailer’s monstrous ego."

-From the preface of Manhattan Memories, by Martin Gardner