Thursday, 8 December 2011

Richard Brautigan

It's been a good week for reading in my world. Treacherous Weather has meant I've enjoyed these two novels, both of which I have only dipped into here and there. Richard Brautigan writes with both a wisdom and an innocence, I enjoy his descriptive language. "The old shack had a tin roof coloured reddish by years of wear, like a hat worn under the guillotine" Not so much happens in these novels but you enjoy the ride, equal parts tragedy and comedy at the core of each. You should give them a go...

He was an interesting and unfortunate character whose suicide note read simply "Messy, isn't it?" Perhaps a happier take on existence in his words to tie this up is "All of us have a place in history. Mine is in the clouds"

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