Two new Ken Kesey books have recently been posthumously released, begging the question of exactly what Kesey could have accomplished in life, had he just been able to focus on writing, rather than on the drugs which so many of his contemporaries insist were the source of much of his creativity. “When Kesey forsook literature in 1964 to become a man of letters—LSD—did he blow it? Or did he ignite a refining fire that still burns bright at the heart of every rave in America? Did drugs make him, or undo him?”