the column of lasting insignificance: August 23, 2017
by John Wilcock
I'm pretty old by now, but still ready to meet new friends. I've enjoyed a very interesting life, visited and written about a dozen countries and although I've never made much money… well, experience, I've had lots of that. Everything started in England where I worked on big daily papers,(Mail, Express) and after a year or two in Canada, I like to think my life really began in New York. Soon I was hired by the New York Times where I stayed for a couple of years. I was 27 and ready for adventure.
I don't know if you've ever thought about travel writing but it is, or was, one of the world's most interesting jobs. Mexico on Five Dollars a Day was my first travel book, and it was followed by five dollars a day guides to Japan and other lands. They were all $5 a day books! as incredible as that sounds today. I wrote 34 other guides for a string of other publishers followed by three well-researched books in Europe about MAGIC (capital letters to denote seriousness).
I like to remind myself that my life really began in the mid-60s when I became a publisher. Little books and small-circulation newspapers to be sure, but what excitement we had in starting 'underground' newspapers.Their interests and coverage were all for people twenty or thirty years younger than me but I like to think that the underground played its part in uplifting American and its influence is still with us today.
Most of the people in the Underground were about ten years younger than me but it didn't make any difference to the influence and ideas we all shared. Paul Krassner, probably my oldest friend, with his magazine The Realist, showed as much as anyone that great ideas are timeless and although the mag ended its life's least a decade ago It can be appropriate today. There's no doubt about it: some folk are definitely timeless. I like to think I share that blessing.
Obviously I’d prefer to get out of this jammed up place and live with old or new friends as just I seek a less crowded place. Sadly I have very little rent money--or for that matter hardly any. But I'm pretty sure that I've made the best choices so far. I've checked out a dozen countries, had interesting and often surprising revelations in all of them. Many times mused on what's to come; but have more or less arrived at the conclusion that we won't be spending any time worshipping anybody or anything because there won't be any thoughts to ponder (and nothing to ponder with).
I've been a smoker of marihuana, and nothing else, for almost half a century and it's surprising how many pot-lovers you're likely to run into these days. My friend Paul began smoking about the time I did (half a century ago) but my former doctor and hundreds of thousands, if not millions other aware folk not only recommend pot but these days openly smoke the weed. And I'm old enough to remember before it was stupidly banned in the late Fifties.
Now we're all much older, and as for myself I'd like to live with friends instead of this old fogies in hospital, but I'd enjoy just meeting and talking with males and females, maybe most of all with people of similar interests.
I live at the
Ojai Community Hospital
and you can visit any time, 8 a.m to o 8 p.m. without advance notice. I'd be glad to see you.
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February 12, 2015
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.
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.
“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