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               COMMENTS 
               
                "This is an extraordinary book. It is at once an intimate
                memoir of a young man's fierce internal struggle; a document of
                an era—the Sixties, with its idealism, mysticism, subversion,
                and excess; and a meditation on the mysteries of language, memory,
                and the self. Formally daring, ruthlessly honest, and written
                in limpid, expressive prose, it explodes the clichés and
                conventions of most non-fiction." 
                —Siri
                Hustvedt, author of What I Loved. 
               
                "So rich in incident, so vividly told, and often so buoyantly
                funny, Agee's miraculous book soars beyond glib classification.
                An international picaresque and a metaphysical detective yarn;
                the memoirs of an ex-hippy and a chemical horror tale--none of
                these conveys the scope and power of this genuine work of art." 
                —Erik
                Wensberg, co-author of Modern American Usage. 
                 
              “This
                book chronicles a harrowing journey into a mind-made state of
                torment and damnation—a hell from which many people never
                return, let alone go on to describe their ordeal with such lucid,
                poetic realism. In addition to telling a riveting and often very
                funny tale, Joel Agee shows that the only sure release from such
                a hell is by the nearly impossible task of tracing the productions
                of the mind back to their ultimate source—pure consciousness,
                free of all constructs and projections. In this, the book offers
                a palpable and singularly important demonstration of essential
                Buddhist teachings on the unlimited capacity of thought to create
                heavens and hells, and on the possibility, even in hell, of recovering
                our undamaged original self beyond the grasp of the mind.” 
                —Peter
                Fenner, author of Radiant Mind: Awakening Unconditioned Awareness
 
                 
              “Joel
                Agee’s In The House Of My Fear is to sixties memoirs what
                his father James Agee’s masterpiece Let Us Now Praise Famous
                Men was to Depression journalism: an unclassifiable work, hugely
                ambitious, exasperatingly self-conscious, but also, at its best,
                piercingly eloquent and intelligent. Agee focuses on his own journey
                toward breakdown and recovery, beginning with his discovery of
                LSD, as well as the fate of his brilliant schizophrenic brother,
                Stefan, whose lucid torment lights up every page on which he appears.
                This is no ordinary memoir, for only a genuine writer could have
                written it.” 
                —Morris
                Dickstein, author of Gates of Eden: American Culture in the Sixties. 
                 
              “Here
                is the proverbial ‘fear and trembling’ become an instrument
                of exploration, reflection. A writer’s search for meaning
                and purpose, for a secure sense of identity, compellingly, lucidly
                told, will surely prompt in grateful readers the high compliment
                of a similar intensity of moral introspection." 
                —Robert
                Coles, author of The Mind’s Fate: A Psychiatrist Looks at
                his Profession.   
               
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