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Timothy Liar 

A biography

Wednesday, May 31 2006

Who was Timothy Leary? He’s mostly remembered as the Johnny Appleseed of acid, the man who turned the world on to LSD. When he was dying in 1996, he was mostly famous for being famous, the oldest celebutant, a 76-year-old guy in a wheelchair at the Viper Room. But back in the 1960s and 1970s, Dr. Timothy Leary was an icon of the counterculture, a beatific presence at San Francisco’s Human Be-In, which ushered in the 1967 Summer of Love. He was the most famous member of the World War II generation to embrace the hippies — a handsome, charming rogue hero, incessantly hounded by federal, state and local police intent on stomping out his psychedelic search.

Born in 1920, Leary was raised in Springfield, Massachusetts, a small industrial city 90 miles east of Boston. His father, Timothy Francis Leary, was a dentist, a charming drunkard known as “Tote” who abandoned his wife, Abigail, and son and drifted down the social ladder in an alcoholic haze. Abigail was the most important woman in young Tim’s life, a virtuous, devout Catholic with big plans for her only child.

Like his dad, Tim was a natural-born shit disturber, who ditched high school so many times his principal wouldn’t write him a college recommendation. Abigail used her church connections to get him into Holy Cross. He failed half his freshman classes there, but Abigail, undeterred, somehow got him an appointment to the United States Military Academy. In December 1940, Leary got drunk on the train coming back to West Point from the Army-Navy football game, then lied about it to the Honor Committee, which asked him to resign from the corps. His refusal brought on the silent treatment from the entire Academy, and Leary resigned at the end of his first year.

Leary’s next stop was the University of Alabama, where he discovered an interest in psychology. During a brief pit stop at the University of Illinois — he was expelled from Alabama for spending the night in the girls’ dorm — he wooed and wed a wild and beautiful Catholic girl named Marianne Busch. In 1947, Leary was accepted into the doctoral program in psychology at UC Berkeley, and there they lived for the next decade, raising their two children, Jack and Susan, before Marianne killed herself on Leary’s 35th birthday because of an affair he was having.

In 1957, Leary published The Interpersonal Diagnosis of Personality, a book that represented a serious break with determinism, the dominant theory of the time. Leary’s message was essentially upbeat. Though he posited the world as a madhouse, much like his madder, but far more responsible, colleague R.D. Laing, Leary believed everyone, whether “sane” or “insane,” could be taught the tools to determine his or her own place in the world.

The book established Leary as one of psychology’s brightest new stars and led to a five-year appointment as an assistant professor at Harvard. There, a colleague told Leary that he’d begun experimenting with magic mushrooms. Up to that time, Leary had always eschewed drugs because he doubted their ability to produce genuine transcendental experiences. But now he was intrigued. Late in the summer of 1960, in a small town near Cuernevaca, a curandera gave Leary his first psychedelic mushrooms. It was an experience he wanted to share, at first with colleagues and later with the world.

It wasn’t easy to get magic mushrooms in those days, but when Leary wrote — on Harvard stationery — to Sandoz, the Swiss laboratory where Dr. Albert Hoffman had synthesized LSD-25 almost two decades earlier, the company was only too happy to supply him and his researchers with ample amounts of (then legal) psilocybin. Leary began his crusade by feeding the chemical to Allen Ginsberg and the poet’s lover Peter Orlovsky. Ginsberg quickly brought other poets around, including the rector of Black Mountain College, Charles Olson, and Jack Kerouac, who called Leary “Coach” and warned him that “walking on water wasn’t built in a day.”

In the fall of 1961, a mysterious Englishman named Michael Hollingshead arrived at Leary’s door with a 16-ounce mayonnaise jar containing a thick, white paste made from confectioner’s sugar and a gram of pure, Hoffman-synthesized LSD — 5,000 spoonfuls of acid. A year and a half later, Leary and his colleagues Ralph Metzner and Richard Alpert (later renamed Ram Dass) were fired from Harvard for taking acid with their students, earning scare headlines all across New England and igniting a media frenzy that lasted the rest of Leary’s life.

Leary’s wild ride is the subject of a hugely entertaining new biography by Robert Greenfield, the first man to take on the myth. A former staff writer and editor at Rolling Stone, Greenfield is a longtime chronicler of rock & roll culture. He is the author/editor of oral biographies of the Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia and rock impresario Bill Graham, and he is up to the task. In the 10 years of this book’s making, Greenfield talked to practically everybody alive who was close to Leary. Though he is anything but a Leary apologist, Greenfield knows how to reserve judgment and let his subject’s own story speak for itself.

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