Although I did not know K. Kesey other than through his novels, I felt a strong connection with his energy and vision. He lived not far from me down the valley in Oregon. When he died I felt inexplicable sadness and joy, knowing that he had written so eloquently about the Oregon and the people who inhabit this landscape.
Oregon has few quality prophetic novelists. I think K. Kesey's work will last longer than his memory.
Farewell Ken Kesey.