Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
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 a...more
Also, even if the first two thirds were engaging, I was often uncomfortable, and not uncomfortable in that "hey, I'm stretching my thoughts beyond their normal boundaries" kind of uncomfortable, just the regular kind of uncomfortable.
Take for example the legend of Sissy's earliest hitchhiking endeavors. Reading about a young girl being molested by strange...more
I had to choose between continuing to read ECGTB or staring at the back of the airplane seat in front of me.
I chose the back of the seat.
I'd read a section, and think to myself "This is shit!" and put it down to stare at the seat in front of me. Then I would think to myself "Come on. You're on a plan...more
Some specific points from the novel that I love:
Why are white people always looking for spirituality in other cultures? We have a full, real, historically gro...more
I do still kind of take issue with Tom Robbins for all of the things I mentioned in that review - namely, he could use a good editor. But my editor leanings can stop being so stuffy and be pushed aside.
Even Cowgirls Get The Blues follows one miss Sissy Hankshaw, a woman with extraordinarily large thumbs and a pas...more
This sentence is made of lead ( and a sentence of lead gives a reader an entirely different sensation from one made of magnesium). This sentence is made of yak wool. This sentence is made of sunlight and plums. This sentence is made of ice. This sentence is made from the blood of the poet. This sentence was made in Japan. This sentence glows in the dark. This sentence was born with a caul. This sentence has a crush on Norman Mailer. This sentence is a wino and doesn't care who...more
Hitch-hikers, lesbians, whooping cranes, feminine hygenine products - it has everything. And written in a lyrical manner that begs to be read out loud. (Trust me - I have done this. Parts of this book are poetry.)
I haven't given away as many copies of this as I have 'Good Omens' because I think it doesn't have as broad an appeal. I wish it did. Really - ever...more
Me? I loved it.
I'll admit that I might be biased in favor of this book simply because I have a fairly unusual set of opposable digits myself. You see, first and foremost, this is a story about thumbs. Well, its is a story about thumbs, cowgirls, body odor, literary theory, feminism, epiphanies, dirty old men, the end of time, sex, psychoanalysis and liberation. But it's mostly about...more
I don't respond well to all the explosions points and badly harnessed big boobs; as a cowgirl I'm a centipede, and my skin goes splotchy in the desert sun; cringing, I still have to cro...more
This book just became too full of smug hippie bullshit after awhile. It became preachy and obnoxious, and the sleazy 70's dude feminism stuff got grody. While I stil...more
I wanted to like it...I tried very hard to like it. I've only had good experiences with Robbins in the past, so it took me awhile to realize that I really was not enjoying this book at all.
I can't even quite express why I disliked it....it had aspects of Robbins’ writing that I liked, but it just seem so exaggerated. The escape from reality? Yes, usually charm...more
I think this book might have earne...more
This book is silly, clever, thoughtful, endearing, sweet, dirty, poignant, thought-provoking, funny, pithy, punny and charming, etc. The feminism made me proud to be a woman without turning me against men. Robbins is critical and phi...more
Let me be clear- he is a good writer and knows his way around the words BUT the book reads like this: "I celebrate randomness... Random, random, in your face moralizing, random.... Ah ha, you think I've taken it too far, well, sucks for you because I'm going to take it further. In fact, if you don't enjoy this next tangent it's because you are not as enlightened and intelligent as I am! Random, random, in your face moralizing, random.......more
Robbins was a counterculture icon when this book was published in 1976, and his rambling odes to freedom, irrational behavior and, yes, female genitalia, stand alone...more
The key humans in this case are Sissy Hanksh...more
Self-referential, he is. Indulgent of personal fantasies as filtered through his characters...more
"Ain’t that just like women," growled the ghost of General Custer, peering through the grass.
Yes, oh yes yes yes sweet yes.
Ain’t that just like women, indeed. "
A really great book, it was rather difficult to get into, but the last two thirds were a wonder. A fantastically poetic use of words – without getting in the way of story te...more