Subtitled Novel of a Period (1967-1968), this features Jamey, the typical, beautiful, long-haired, folk-protest guitarist singer who starts out warbling on weekends in New York's East Village, eventually shakes off the chains of the ""nitty-gritty city"" and college (after session-scenes as a demonstration organizer) and becomes a charismatic force of the disillusioned left with songs like ""The Lyndon Tree,"" (unfortunately reproduced in full). The lyrics are just about as banal as the book which has busts and confrontations and a resident draft dodger and a black militant and ""Poppy,"" the daisy-chain smoking flower child whom Jamey gets hung up on. Jamey himself does indeed have his problems--self-image, where's-it-really-at, etc., and he doesn't like getting caught up by the Establishment as a Star. So after he's shot a la Warhol by a flipped-out chick who feels rejected, he leaves for the country with Poppy. But peace and quiet are a nowhere scene and when last spotted he's heading back toward the city, presumably reactivated. Drop-out quick!