The story and feel of this tale is something like "Harold and Maude" meets "Celestine Prophecy" but without the strange meanness and over-simplification of "Harold and Maude" (with the exception of this books rather heavy-handed treatment of psychotherapists) and without the horrid pot-boiler writing of Celestine Prophecy. Here is a well-worked out philosophy about the different degrees of non-conformity that I have never seen elsewhere--and the sense of fun is something like Tom Robbins or earlier Kurt Vonnegut. What this book has to offer persons who truly don't fit in anywhere, would by itself make it worth reading and passing on.
Yet there is more than that: the writing is poetic, even lyrical in most places; an it only improves when they meet the madman/oracle Fairweather. Entire sections of this book could be extracted and broken into free-verse style stanzas and not only stand, but amaze, on their own.
The poetry of this book is a notch above even the best-written examples of approximately similar books.