I believe this novel was so enjoyable because of its lighthearted mix of the absurd, the everyday, the magical, and the sexual. I consider those the four food groups of fun literature, and they each find a home in this ridiculous tale of self-awakening and revelations of truth. Robbins asserts that patriarchal society has blinded us to a heritage that recognizes and rejoices its feminine deities that embrace expressions of sexuality and the magic of nature. Blinded by “seven veils” of untruth in our modern culture (including the efficacy of politics, our reign over other creatures, and the worship of money), we are disillusioned to the point of not thinking for ourselves. These strong themes are revealed through such farcical characters as a troupe of inanimate, yet mobile objects, an artist with unruly hair and spirit, her redneck welder husband, and a gold-toothed, pustuled clergyman with a penchant for Armageddon.

For a book that doesn’t take itself too seriously, it certainly presents some weighty challenges to the status quo. While I don’t believe that this book will necessarily bring on a feminine revolution, it is a refreshing change of pace and a new point of view to explore. I don’t know from whence Tom Robbins got his Girl Power, but he certainly doesn’t hold back. You go, Girl!