Thrilling. I remember you always, Richard Brautigan. You were a special human being and you are missed. You were sad but your work still makes people happy and makes them think. Endlessly.
Huge fan. Read Trout Fishing in America in high school. Our English teacher took our class to Univ Santa Cruz to see him . When he read from Trout Fishing a group of dancers came on stage dressed in light brown leotards (like they were trout in a stream). They performed a lovely interpretation . Such a brilliant soul !
Revenge of the Lawn is a fantastic collection. The story 1/3, 1/3, 1/3 is one of my favorite things from Richard. Loading Mercury With a Pitchfork is his greatest book of poems. Just alerting any uninitiated readers to two greats you might not know about.
I wish i could find him reading a part of A Hawkline monster a Gothic Western or something .........more. The world needed more than poor Richard could give sadly, we miss him.
I read this novel years ago and it made quite an impression. I read it several times in bits and pieces, but lost my copy and haven't seen any since. Thanks for posting.
Many years ago I had a reel to reel recording of "The Hunchback Trout" as told by R.B.. I played it often. It was great to find it here. I especially like the way he reads his work. The web is great.
Confederate General in Big Sur, was perhaps teh first book I ever read that mae me laugh out loud. His perception, a unique perspective was so thoughtful, and so poignant, while touching upon reality alll thew ay, even when he was eploring a slightly parallel universe.
Rides are given and taken in "the rurals" as an unthought reflex. We all know the walk, of an hour to reach the bus stop. I've given and taken. One guy could barely see and wanted me to take him where he could buy Herb Alpert albums, the very same kind I grew up with. I told him I had to make a stop at the scrap- metal place first, then I'd take him just where to get them; I knew just where. Another time I was the walker and a guy picked me up. "I know that walk" he said and I trusted him utterly as he was utterly trustable. He knew the walk as we all lived in the rurals. Protip: Keep a small flashlight on you to flicker on the bus stop sign so the driver can tell you're there early in the morning in the dark, because however good-hearted the driver is, when you're at the bleakest stop on the #68 line where no sign of human habitation is evident, it helps.
The Hawkline Monster is my favorite, though Trout-fishing in America and In Watermelon sugar are both amazing novellas/poems.. Thanks again for the upload but you've spelled watermelon and sugar wrong in the title.
He sounds like Kermit the Frog and his recital sounds awkward. I don't want to be mean, I like some of his stuff, but here he sounds like a kid reading their diary.
