Can’t Find My Way Home: America In the Great Stoned Age, 1945-2000 (Simon & Schuster, 2004)
After working steadily for seven years in the film and television end of the music industry, I longed to undertake a serious large-scale work of non-fiction. I was clean and sober for a year and struggling to put the past of my own personal drug use into context when I got the idea for Can’t Find My Way Home. The book that I envisioned would not only take my own generation’s experience with illicit drugs into account, but also show how they shaped the whole landscape of American popular culture during the post-war era. It was the beginning of a twelve-year odyssey during which the book became my life and my life became the book. At one point the manuscript was 1,300 pages long and I was only a third of the way through the story. The book entailed massive research and hundreds of interviews, combining autobiography, journalism, oral history, and cultural history to weave a narrative together that begins with the arrival of heroin to the streets of Harlem and the lives of seminal be bop jazz musicians in 1946-47, and goes all the way to Ecstasy and the rave culture of the 1990s.
Martin reads from Can't Find My Way Home at Barnes & Noble, New York City, in July of 2004.