Tag: 1968

For a book with LSD in the title and an image of a tab on the cover, there is remarkably little about Michel Foucault’s notorious drug experience in Death Valley. (More…)

The corpses of security guards lay strewn among broken glass and crumpled cars on Via Fani. A dead body, displayed in fetal position, in the trunk of a red Renault 4 and a dejected, thin-faced man with a wry smile posed before the flag of his captors. (More…)