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Boyle skewers LSD king Timothy Leary

Outside Looking In
Outside Looking In

In 1997, a few grams of Timothy Leary’s ashes were blasted into orbit aboard a Pegasus rocket. As a metaphor of the grand showman’s spaced-out antics, it was the perfect conclusion. And if Leary’s expanded consciousness still is out there peering down on Earth, he must be wondering what took T.C. Boyle so long to write a novel about him.

Boyle is America’s bard of historical frauds and pipe dreams. He’s written about the cereal promoter John Harvey Kellogg and the sexologist Alfred Kinsey. He’s studied the hippies at Morning Star Ranch and the terranauts of Biosphere 2. Again and again, he brings his skeptical eye to the stories of charismatic people devoted to bending society around the pole of their own mania.

Leary, the infamous promoter of LSD, the guru whom President Richard Nixon once called “the most dangerous man in America,” feels like a character God cooked up in a lab specifically for T.C. Boyle. With a Ph.D. in psychology — not a medical degree — Leary gained notoriety in the early 1960s at Harvard, where he made wild claims for the therapeutic and transformative effects of hallucinogens. Under the influence, prisoners were reformed and students saw God! But as Tom Wolfe wrote in “The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test,” Leary actually was just “french-frying the brains of Harvard boys.”

When the faculty turned against him, Leary began a decadeslong trip — sometimes as a fugitive — that took him in and out of prison, where he once chatted with Charles Manson; through the bedrooms of the rich and famous, including John Lennon and Yoko Ono; and around the world, pursued and protected by such disparate figures as G. Gordon Liddy and Eldridge Cleaver. U.S. authorities finally caught him in Kabul, Afghanistan.

Many of those shenanigans are exhaustively detailed in Robert Greenfield’s 2006 biography, “Timothy Leary.” For his novel, “Outside Looking In,” Boyle wisely keeps to Leary’s early career. He isn’t interested in staring directly at Leary as much as peering at the shadow this great burning ball of gas casts on ordinary people caught in its orbit.

The protagonist of “Outside Looking In” is a hardworking young man named Fitz Loney, a fictional character whom Boyle knits seamlessly into the historical craziness of the era. Despite having a wife and young son, Fitz has quit his job as a high school psychologist to pursue a Ph.D. at Harvard under the tutelage of “shining star” Tim Leary. From the moment Boyle introduces Fitz, he seems an unlikely disciple, a very unmerry prankster. Indeed, before he got to Harvard, the riskiest thing Fitz ever had ingested was vodka with orange juice: “He hadn’t come to grad school for God or mysticism or mind expansion or whatever they were calling it,” Boyle writes, “but for a degree that would lead to a job that would pay his bills and get him a house and a car.”

Such square attitudes make Fitz reluctant to turn on, tune in and drop out, but the politics of graduate school require him to participate in his adviser’s research. Boyle portrays Leary as a blend of cheerfulness and manipulation, and he’s attentive to the new lingo Leary and his disciples are slipping into the language — somewhere between science and mysticism — such as “the Fifth Freedom, the freedom to explore your own mind.” Leary tells a hesitant Fitz, “It’s hard to let go, hard to evolve, but that’s what we’re doing here, that’s what the project is all about. We’re explorers, right? Going where nobody has gone before.”

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Leary’s “experiments” involve weekly sessions at his house where sympathetic faculty members, sycophantic grad students and various hangers-on come together, drop acid and have mind-blowing sex. Boyle re-creates those sessions in all their supercool flimflammery, along with the haze of legitimacy meant to obscure Leary’s violations of basic medical procedure. “It was research, that was all, only research,” Fitz tells himself as he scarfs down pills from a bottle marked “POISON.” But he’s astute enough to know that what’s happening here has no clinical justification.

“Outside Looking In” is a farce laced with tragedy: the story of a good man’s increasingly tortuous moral gymnastics. “Tim was unorthodox, but that was the whole attraction, wasn’t it?” Fitz asks himself. “How could you be an iconoclast without tipping over statues, stepping on toes?” Eventually, Leary, the mesmeric adviser, will announce that he’s “bored with the science game because the science game was too confining,” but by that time, Fitz is too doped up to admit what’s happening to him.

There’s plenty of zany comedy — including a poo-flinging monkey and a sombrero from which Leary picks the names of sex partners like some predecessor of the sorting hat in “Harry Potter.” The humor, though, is tempered by the damage that Leary wreaks on Fitz and his family.

Boyle might sympathize with Fitz and his wife as they slide toward oblivion on Leary’s snake oil, but he’s a merciless chronicler of their descent. And all along the edges of “Outside Looking In,” we see signs of the country growing both more alarmed and more enchanted by the promise of a drug-induced nirvana. Although Boyle resists the temptation to make any overt allusions to our current OxyContin death spiral, the implications are clear.

This superbly paced novel feels simultaneously suspenseful and inevitable. As Boyle has suggested before — particularly in “Drop City” (2003) — “casting off societally imposed strictures” often is a recipe for loneliness at best, abuse at worst. Yes, it’s a drag, man, but any enlightenment that comes from a pill isn’t worth having.

Better to get high on a good book.

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