At the age of nineteen, after a single semester of college rhetoric screwed-up the author’s ability to write, he naturally decided to become a novelist. Writing steadfastly—if sporadically—he eschewed all practical advice on how to write while working as a carpenter, an electrical engineer, and a ship’s joiner. After more than thirty years—surprising no one more than himself—the author learned to write. Readers will find evidence of this in his next book.
Hippie from Iowaby Michael Sieleman
“Instead of college next year,” my best friend said out of nowhere between classes, “lets hitchhike round Europe.”
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An inventive fusion of irreverent humor and substantial insight, Hippie from Iowa delivers a fascinating read with laughs close at hand, and to the clever reader, a novel examination on the nature of our Being.
“Instead of college next year,” my best friend said out of nowhere between classes, “lets hitchhike round Europe.” Explaining to him it was preposterous, he followed my every objection with, “So?” Relentless, for a week he countered my protests with that same one-word argument. While waiting for him to come to his senses, I did, finally understanding “So?” It changed my life.
With prose ranging from manic hysteria to pastoral perfection, Hippie from Iowa preps me for the trip to Europe—explaining sex to my father, wrestling a girlfriend who can’t take “no” for an answer, shocking nuns by wearing underwear on the outside of my pants—and leads me to European exploits from being taken home for lunch with an amorous housewife (I was oblivious at the time) to getting picked up by a gay Marxist (hard to miss that one), and nights of sleeping under bushes, in German bunkers, or—alone on an eerie night—at Stonehenge. But it is not all hilarity and the bizarre, for during foot-treks upon the Scottish heath and climbing the Swiss Alps, I heard the whispering spirits of god, saw entire universes in stones at my feet, and met a young woman I would meet again thirty-six years later from whom I would learn—at last—an answer to a riddle that brings awareness to this business of being human.
Wildly irreverent and quietly profound, Hippie from Iowa becomes not just a saga of a trip to Europe, but the unique account of a man becoming a writer, while along the way resolving issues right up to and including the Meaning of Life because…well…eventually somebody had to do it. Unpretentious, hysterically funny and boldly honest, Hippie from Iowa invites the reader upon an intimate journey that is fun, heartwarming and, ultimately, a timelessly universal and insightful tale.
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Michael Sieleman is the funniest guy! It all starts with the idea of hitch-hiking around Europe at age 18, but anything goes after that, including a lot of coming-of-age stories, head-on discussions of the gay issue and the women vs men issue – “I’m sure right now many readers have their hackles up… but don’t get all riled up. Not yet, there’s more.” There's God, Catholics, politics, the economy – you name it – as well as his traveling experiences ranging from a giant Welshman and murderous Jennys to the “spirits of the gods” in the beauty of the mountains and valleys. With total irreverence, but always in good nature (except in France), with a lot of self-effacement, and a peppery sprinkling of swearing, he talks us through his travels and philosophies. Between the many laughs, he is very capable of tossing in intelligent discussion, poetic prose, and bits of wisdom such as “being a human being is not an easy business, no matter on which side of the pants you wear your underwear.” If you’re annoyed by excess conversation you won’t like this; if you don’t mind chatting it up with a smart but crazy buddy, this could be a 4-star read of incredulous stories which are all true. And hey, here’s a guy who one-upped Stonehenge! This book is brash, fun and sweet.