Analysing the books in the series, we estimate that the reading level of Foucault in California: [A True Story—Wherein the Great French Philosopher Drops Acid in the Valley of Death] is 10th and 11th grade.
Readability Test | Reading Level |
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Flesch Kincaid Scale | Grade 9 |
SMOG Index | Grade 11 |
Coleman Liau Index | Grade 10 |
Dale Chall Readability Score | Grade 8 |
The estimated word count of Foucault in California: [A True Story—Wherein the Great French Philosopher Drops Acid in the Valley of Death] is 35,340 words.
A person reading at the average speed of 250 words/min, will finish the book in 2 hrs 22 mins. At a slower speed of 150 words/min, they will finish it in 3 hrs 56 mins. At a faster speed of 450 words/min, they will finish it in 1 hrs 19 mins.
Foucault in California: [A True Story—Wherein the Great French Philosopher Drops Acid in the Valley of Death] - 35,340 words | ||
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Reading Speed | Time to Read | |
Slow | 150 words/min | 3 hrs 56 mins |
Average | 250 words/min | 2 hrs 22 mins |
Fast | 450 words/min | 1 hrs 19 mins |
for Foucault in California: [A True Story—Wherein the Great French Philosopher Drops Acid in the Valley of Death]
In The Lives of Michel Foucault, David Macey quotes the iconic French philosopher as speaking “nostalgically…of 'an unforgettable evening on LSD, in carefully prepared doses, in the desert night, with delicious music, [and] nice people'”. This came to pass in 1975, when Foucault spent Memorial Day weekend in Southern California at the invitation of Simeon Wade-ostensibly to guest-lecture at the Claremont Graduate School where Wade was an assistant professor, but in truth to explore what he called the Valley of Death. Led by Wade and Wade's partner Michael Stoneman, Foucault experimented with psychotropic drugs for the first time; by morning he was crying and proclaiming that he knew Truth. Foucault in California is Wade's firsthand account of that long weekend. Felicitous and often humorous prose vaults readers headlong into the erudite and subversive circles of the Claremont intelligentsia: parties in Wade's bungalow, intensive dialogues between Foucault and his disciples at a Taoist utopia in the Angeles Forest (whose denizens call Foucault “Country Joe”); and, of course, the fabled synesthetic acid trip in Death Valley, set to the strains of Bach and Stockhausen. Part search for higher consciousness, part bacchanal, this book chronicles a young man's burgeoning friendship with one of the twentieth century's greatest thinkers.