Ken Kesey, the Art of Fiction No. 136 (1994)

Kesey about this book, from the article:

> I had no major problems with the book then, though I haven’t looked at it since. When he was around us, he took no notes. I suppose he prides himself on his good memory. His memory may be good, but it’s his memory and not mine.

Nah. I actually found it a bit formulaic... as if he were writing to impress literary critics.