last night i finished Henry Bean's beautifully ugly 1982 novel of #berkeley in the early #seventies, THE NENOQUICH--his first(!) and only. ugly even in summary: self-loathing writer/boomer cultivates a ruinous affair for vile-young-literary-bastard reasons, rendered in the most precise & vivid language.
greil marcus calls it the best depiction of that time/place ('...the collapse, not the apotheosis, of collective adventure'). the final act is viscerally upsetting, unexpected.
incredible work.