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"This is one of those special novels--a piece of working magic, warm, funny, and sane."--Thomas Pynchon The whooping crane rustlers are girls. Young girls. Cowgirls, as a matter of fact, all "bursting with dimples and hormones"--and the FBI has never seen anything quite like them. Yet their rebellion at the Rubber Rose Ranch is almost overshadowed by the arrival of the legendary Sissy Hankshaw, a white-trash goddess literally born to hitchhike, and the freest female of them all. Freedom, its prizes and its prices, is a major theme of Tom Robbins's classic tale of eccentric adventure. As his robust characters attempt to turn the tables on fate, the reader is drawn along on a tragicomic joyride across the badlands of sexuality, wild rivers of language, and the frontiers of the mind.… (more)
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This story is plenty humorous and amusing, alongside the thought-provoking aspects. It's well-written, entertaining, and worth a gander. I didn’t feel this was one of his best, though. But of course, I did still enjoy it. A good quote from the book that helps sum up pretty much everything about his writing is this one: “The way I figure it, Heaven and Hell are right here on Earth. Heaven is living in your hopes and Hell is living in your fears. It’s up to each individual which one he chooses.” Jelly paused. “I told that to the Chink once and he said, ‘Every fear is part hope and every hope is part fear — quit dividing things up and taking sides.’ Well, that’s the Chink for you.”
I suppose one's tolerance for this book, or any other by Mr. Robbins, has a lot to do with how one responds to bullshit. Because, in truth, his most apparent skill is the willingness with which he flings the stuff at his readers.
I can only speak for myself, of course, but I enjoy it. I can't
In spite of the readily apparent flimsiness that results, what's left feel remarkably authentic. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues was a very fun read, despite its many flaws. Admittedly, Robbins self-indulgence and complete lack of discipline did get tiresome from time to time, the verve with which he wrote it provides the book with the only excuse it needs.
As far as what he or the book are attempting to say? I'll be damned if I know. He seems to have severe issues in dealing with authority figures, from the political to the personal, and it's probably this, more than any latent misogyny or objectification of women that informs his peculiar brand of feminism. That's not to say that his female (or male, for that matter) characters are immune to a deeply-buried hatred of women or a painfully obvious yearning to fetishize the human form as little more than living, breathing, sweating, stinking sex toys.
And if that doesn't constitute my own personal pile of toro feces, I don't know what will.
As with any Robbins’ book, it’s pointless to discuss the plot. How would it sound if I said, ‘this book is about a girl with
This is probably Robbins’ most acclaimed book. It’s even made into a movie, which I came to know only after reading the back cover. Robbins creates extremely interesting characters for his books. Considering that this book was first published in 1976, it touches upon rather controversial subjects. The author generously puts in enough graphical scenes - I don’t see the need, though. The book is interesting enough without those pages.
Though I liked this book, I still prefer Jitterbug Perfume to this, probably because it was my first Robbins book.
Wikipedia entry for Tom Robbins says
His novels are complex, often wild stories with strong social undercurrents, a satirical bent, and obscure details.
I agree with the complex, wild and obscure details part, but I fail to see the satirical bent. May be I don’t have enough grey cells to understand it. All I know is Tom Robbins is a lot of fun.
If you read Scott Adams’ blog and enjoy it, then it’s highly likely that you will enjoy Tom Robbins’ books.
Like most Robbins books, I'm always reborn a little having read and re-read them.
The first
I needn't have worried. Though some of it is undeniably dated, the core of joy and playfulness shines through Robbins' philosophical musings. It was surprising how much of this book I still knew by heart though I've not read it in probably 15 years. It's a paean to love and transcendence, a delightful romp through philosophies that can seem like blunt instruments in less skillful hands.
The book also presents wonderful ideas about feminism (from a male author in 1976, no less), the meaning of time, of success....
What it doesn't have is much of a plot, but that doesn't seem to matter too much as lots happens and the characters are so interesting.
From the book jacket: The whooping crane rustlers are girls. Young girls. Cowgirls, as a matter of fact, all “bursting with dimples and hormones”—and the FBI has never seen anything quite like them. Yet their rebellion at the Rubber Rose Ranch is almost
My Reactions
The last time (which was also the first time) I read anything by Tom Robbins was in 2002. It was for my F2F book club, or I don’t think I would have picked it up on my own. I vaguely remembered it was a strange plot but I enjoyed the writing style. My reactions to his writing haven’t changed.
Robbins writes ridiculously absurd storylines, interspersed with long discourses on philosophy, religion, history, etc. His characters a bigger than life and virtually all of them have some unique quirk – physical or philosophical. The “stars” of this novel are Sissy (born with extraordinarily large thumbs, perfect for hitchhiking), the Countess (a man whose business empire is built on feminine hygiene products), Bonanza Jellybean (a teenage cowgirl on the Rubber Rose Ranch), and the Chink (a Japanese American who has befriended the Native American clock people and become a sort of guru to a variety of hippie pilgrims). Oh, and let’s not forget the whooping cranes who stop at Siwash Lake on the Rubber Rose Ranch on their way two and from their traditional winter and summer nesting grounds.
If you’re having trouble figuring out how such a diverse cast could come together in a coherent plot, well, stop trying. You’ll just give yourself a headache. Robbins is nothing if not inventive in his plotting. Where his writing shines, though is in his wild descriptions / similes. A few examples:
The breeze in the grasses made a sound like a silk-lined opera coat falling to the floor of a carriage.
The sky was as tattered as a Gypsy’s pajamas. Through knife holes in the flannel overcast, July sunlight spilled…
[T]he Countess complained, his dentures working over his ivory cigarette holder like a chiropractor realigning the spine of a Chihuahua.
Entertained as I was by the occasional wild description and laugh-out-loud moment, however, in general I was bored by the book. All those interludes to wax poetic about this or that philosophy seemed nothing but an attempt to distract the reader from the lack of a story. Clearly, Robbins is not the writer for me.
Michael Nouri’s performance on the audio is wonderful. He has great pacing, and the way he interprets certain characters brings them to life.
I read this book over a year ago but never got
For the audio reader, the narrator did a pretty good job with this book.