Yes. I wanted so much from it that never actually emerged. That may have been function of the way I read it - throwing myself into it without any deep thought or analysis, letting it wash over me and gliding along on the impressions it created. In the end, I wondered if I had been gliding along on the impressions I WANTED it to have created. It left me feeling deflated .... disappointed, as though I had made love to a blow-up doll rather than with a flesh and blood partner. I bet that makes no sense to you whatsoever! It failed to reinforce my sense of cool at the time or to inspire a spirit of adventure in me or to plant the seeds of new, exciting insights.
I kept the book intending to re-read it later. Over 30 years later, it still sits on the shelf, yellowing but unopened, alongside Desolation Angels, Dharma Bums and others.