Jim is used to the power of having a beautiful wife, money, and prestige: when a drug test at work ejects him for corporate America, he finds a new and dangerous interest in the underworld which lured him from corporate security and finds refuge in Dog Town, a place where individuals test the limits of their fantasies and dreams. An intriguing, unusual story.

—Midwest Book Review

This book includes all the quirks and issues of a hip, modern lifestyle: love, joy, drugs, infidelity, corporate flight, government corruption, environmental degradation, drug testing, AIDs, aliens, goddesses and sluts, princes and assholes, astral projection, talk radio, social commentary ad nauseam, and hemp history.... It is not merely a fun trip through cannabisland, it’s a test of your righteous indignation. Growers will delight in Castling’s detailed account of the techniques of planting, growing, and harvesting an indoor crop of "the best bud in the universe," and non-growers will be surprised at the scientific labor intensity of the operation. Castling makes entertaining reading for hemp and cannabis fans, and may turn on a few lights in the minds of others. The fact that cannabis is the subject of fiction is truly novel.

—HEMPWORLD Magazine

Castling is a book ahead of it's time. Not only is it an entertaining story that draws on all the quirks and issues of a hip, modern lifestyle, it has social commentary that some folks would rather not deal with. For those who find the social commentary in Castling to be too much, here is real opportunity for a cathartic purge of any lurking noble thoughts. For my part, I have not yet abandoned my search for truth, so I find Castling to be a good fantasy, with a search for truth thrown in as a bonus. Lily Tomlin once said that, "Reality is a crutch for people who can't deal with drugs." Castling is Fiction for people who can deal with drugs. I recommend it.

—Murray Reviews

I can't get the damn Pot Book (CASTLING) out of my head. I've told all my friends about it. Mostly about how much I didn't like it, but still. It's not every day a book sticks with me this way. Years from now I bet I'll remember this book—the camera in the moose's head, and the RV sniper, and the neighbor marking his territory with the rubber from his peeling-out car tires. I already can't remember nearly as much about the Bee Book (The Secret Life of Bees), although I liked it more. Perhaps that says something about Mr. Clifford's imagination, or perhaps about his social commentary.

—Oyster Boy Review