One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

Think what you must, but the book that has been with me of late—the one I just finally finished reading an hour or so ago while I waited for the boys to rise—has been the Ken Kesey classic, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. It was on the high school summer reading table at the local book store, and of course I'd seen the movie, but I should have long ago read the book.

I had anticipated the intensity of the story itself—the horrible inevitability that awaits Randle Patrick McMurphy, the red-heade