This book providea a unique picture of the male Mormon experience, from the perspective of one who converted as a teen. The descriptions of the mission work were most interesting to me, along with numerous examples, both by the author and with the author and church authorities that showed how religion influences those it wants to convert.

I did not find the promised "hippie conversion" too credible. As was mentioned by another reviewer, it was not really clear why the author chose to convert to the LDS faith. ( )

I judge an autobiographical novel on two things: how vividly the author recreates the life it seeks to describe, and how much insight and understanding the author generates about the worlds he or she moves through.

Coke Newell’s autobiographical novel is good at vividly presenting a journey from a passionate, free-living, tree-hugging, pot-smoking youth in the Colorado mountains where he grew up in the 1970s, to a deeply committed and successful missionary for the Mormon Church in Columbia. But it is much less successful at exploring the significance of this improbable journey.

Ultimately, the book doesn’t amount to much more than the plotline sketched above. It moves along smoothly through a colorful and well-paced narrative, and the book’s narrator, Kit West, is likeable and intriguing enough – at least in theory. But I never felt that West’s motivations were very clear or convincing.

The turning point of the novel is, of course, West’s conversion to the Mormon faith as the culmination of a pot-hazed quest for TRUTH. But I’m hard pressed to understand why West settles on Mormonism out of the welter of other philosophies he is immersed in, other than its vague resonance with his romanticized view of Native American beliefs. After his conversion, West quickly demonstrates the strength of his faith and is chosen to be a missionary to Columbia where he is highly successful at winning converts. But while West’s earnest discipline and drive as a missionary is compelling (it certainly gives you an understanding of why the Mormon church is growing so rapidly), this part of the novel is remarkable for how little interest West takes in understanding what social and political circumstances are behind the poverty of so many of the Columbians he sees, and why the overwhelming majority of them are so hostile to the United States and what they see as the imperialistic encroachment of evangelical religions like Mormonism.

To be fair, though it has been a long time since I’ve read it, I recall having many of the same issues with Newell’s literary model for the book, Kerouac’s iconic On the Road – a book that struck me as remarkable for both its stunning narrative immediacy and its superficiality. Newell’s desire to do homage to his literary hero I think gets in the way of his telling a satisfying story. But if you are a fan of On the Road you may enjoy seeing its influence on a convert to one of the most conservative religions in America today. Or if you are a Mormon, you may enjoy seeing the story of conversion to the faith done up Beatnik style.

But I was hoping for a book that would help me understand the perspective of someone passionately committed to the Mormon faith, and found this interesting but unsatisfying. ( )

"On The Road to Heaven" is described by the publisher as "a journey through Thoreau ascetics, Ram Dass Taoism, and Edward Abbey monkey-wrenching." This implies that the author, Coke Newell, made a philosophical and spritual journey. Instead, this book chronicles the unbelievable transformation of a politically liberal, tree hugging teenager to a conservative, obedient, evangelizing Mormon missionary.

I agree with the author that adolescence is often a time of religious searching, but Mr. Newell's search never seemed authentic to me. That's the problem with this genre "autobiographical fiction." It was so difficult to separate reality from fiction that I became distracted from any potential enjoyment of the story. For example, did this teenage boy really see a body dump in Columbia, or was this an example of the author's creative license? As I read the book, I focused more on determining the truth of the tale than on whether the author had any writing ability.

I would not recommend this book to anyone, as I really struggled to finish it. If you are interested in this type of fiction (coming of age stories) there are many better examples available in your local bookstore. ( )

The story begins slowly, partly due to an excess of flowery descriptions and partly due to a boring storyline.

The sluggish read continued for the first quarter of the book, where reading it felt like a chore. I asked myself several times why it needed to be told. That question was never answered. It's a familiar tale, similar to hundreds of other young Mormon converts who served missions. I expected more than a hippie teenager in love who serves a mission in South America, but that's all there was.

Many of the early chapters have a quote from Jack Kerouac and combined with the title of the book, made a rather presumptuous comparison. Newell is no Jack Kerouac. He included poems and songs he wrote but they added very little to the story. I skipped most of them.

All complaints aside, when the mission began, I was hooked. I read swiftly, anxious to find out what happened in the end. However, as I mentioned earlier, I kept expecting the punchline that never came. The ending was unsatisfying and rushed. ( )