After sampling Sonoran Desert toad toxin for the first time, Seth Lorinczi said, “I know this sounds crazy, but I feel like I’ve been given my life back.” Then, reflecting on this moment in his memoir, Lorinczi writes, “I don’t care if it was trippy or trite: It was true.” Much of the time, that’s exactly how Death Trip reads: it is trippy, trite, and true. It poses the question, “What if I addressed my intergenerational trauma with psychedelics?” Well, it’s more than that — it’s also about a strained marriage and self-exploration. Spanning decades, continents, and states of mind, this story feels like Jonathan Safran Foer’s Everything Is Illuminated with a mind-bending twist.
While drugs may seem like the standout element, Lorinczi’s accounts of psychedelic trips are among the book’s least interesting parts. Hearing about someone else’s drug trip can be as boring as hearing about someone else’s dream. Lorinczi writes these parts well, but they’re not as captivating as, say, his mouth-watering descriptions of Hungarian food, or his reconstruction of a harrowing night in his father’s life in which the Russians battled the Germans in Hungary.
In other words, the real meat of the story is Lorinczi’s family history. Lorinczi introduces the quirky, complex family members who color the book’s pages. He chronicles both his father’s upbringing in Budapest and his own relationship with his late mother, who died when he was young. Lorinczi then turns to his father’s own memoirs and other family members’ accounts, and makes a trip to the very sites where his family’s history transpired.
While the book is divided into six parts, it more clearly breaks down into a “home” section and an “away” section. Lorinczi provides ample backstory, describing his relationship with his father as well as with his wife. He recounts his wedding day and a crucial concert he played with his band before trouble began brewing. In this “home” section, he begins experimenting with drugs. It is his trip-induced epiphanies that lead him to Budapest, where he goes in search of his family’s ghosts.
Elana Spivack is a writer and journalist in New York City where she lives with her tuxedo cat, Stanley.