Jun 03, 09
Read in February, 2009
My first Tom Robbins (and his)... This book taught me that he is indeed the literary guru that he and all the coffeehouse cave-dwellers who can't pry their cigs away from their rot stained teeth long enough to save their lives... save 9$!... save my airspace... think he is... and like most egomaniacal freaks who are sure that their spiritual dick is bigger than everyone else's this work is fairly masturbatory-did he not have an editor, a friend, someone to help curtail the gluttony? Did he have no one to tell him that he was cramming ten books into one? Gurus usually surround themselves with suck and swallow yesmen so I'm guessing, "no."
I kept wanting to pack a bowl to battle the nausea-the kind inspired by a one sitting's indulgence of an entire pie. But after one effort I realized that mary jane was not going to help me wade through an already tangentially challenged muck pit. Since I was reading it for my book group I clamped onto the rope of the story line while it dragged me through all of its manipulations and this intimacy made me realize that I actually liked it-the story. A bit 1972-ish, but likable nonetheless. And you'll never catch me protesting the development of a meaty and self-possessed heroine who is worshipped for being so. Also, he gifts the reader with some very beautiful moments... descriptions you can taste... and visuals that will suck you down his rabbit hole. And yet he over gifts (it's a 5$ limit Tom). I enjoyed the "word-find" of Terrance McKenna's influences and the feeling that I was getting a freshly decorated house tour of the Puget Sound (since I am a fairly new resident). But I will leave anyone brave enough to have read this far with the hybrid word I developed to describe my Tom Robbins experience: VERBASIVE.