The writings were very jumbled and chaotic according to a certain opinion. There were some places that I liked, and some places that I didn't. My opinion regarding this book has not yet taken a good shape, but I liked reading it.

It seems that the author had a lot of ideas but perhaps struggled to present them in a more organized manner.

However, despite the disarray, there were still moments of inspiration and interest that kept me engaged.

Maybe with further analysis and reflection, I will be able to form a more definitive view of the book.

For now, I am content with the fact that it managed to capture my attention and make me think about various things.

I look forward to seeing if my perception of the book will change as I continue to explore its contents.

We should not forget that this is the calendar of a man's existence for a few months, and I think it would be unfair to expect it to be perfect, if such a thing exists. Perhaps, the things most similar to perfection are those enormous absolutely empty holes that astronomers recently discovered in space.

It is ironic that I started with the end in Richard Brautigan's work, the one that was published posthumously, 10 years after his suicide. It is ironic that the title is "A Woman Without Luck" when it is protagonist by a man, the narrator, who punctually refers to two women, both dead. It is ironic that this writer of the Beat Generation talks about the suicide of one of them, when he himself would later commit suicide shortly after. But irony is something that Brautigan does not lack in this kind of travel diary and writing, which is a relief to temper the melancholy and disenchantment of this book. I like books like this, that make me smile, even if sometimes it is out of sadness.

The fears, doubts and self-tragedies that he talked about were all things that had persecuted me for many years and that were shared pieces of my darkness, things that I had to hide in order to continue living. They were things that sometimes escaped from the prison inside myself in which I confined them. Or they escaped ingeniously like a perfect deserter or I myself simply opened the door of the cell for them to come out and take care of me like rabid werewolves.

After one hundred days of silence, when I browsed through my notebook where I am writing these lines at this moment, it only took a few hours for me to feel that I had never traveled anywhere from my home. Probably during this period, I have always been here. When a person returns to his home, it is as if he has never left that place. Because when a person travels with the destination of returning home, he leaves a part of himself in his home. Unless he relocates to a completely new place. A place he has never seen, does not know, and has no memories of.

I feel that this book is a thousand incomplete questions with incomplete answers added to them. Where did the unfortunate woman who hanged herself go? Where did I forget the story of this woman? Is this woman now lost in memory and her story is committed to eternity? How did her childhood pass? Did I say why she hanged herself? Do I really know the reason for her doing this? The beginning of this story now comes to my mind and reminds me that I started this story with a woman's shoe that had fallen at a crossroads in Honolulu. Well, so what?

Will I and the girl ever have an affair together?

I think I should write something about your sweetness too.

Did I want to give a satirical story of the current situation and atmosphere with this work?

What do the lovers who are mentioned in this book do?

Where are they now?

Why am I lost and alone in this place...?

Hatrı sayılır Brautigan okuru olmama mağlubiyeti ve mahcubiyeti var üzerimde. Her cümleyi, which works on the hearts of his lovers, I read straight through and passed my past.

It's not now, but maybe one day.

Brautigan's writing has a certain charm that makes people unable to resist. Even though I'm not a dedicated reader of his, there is still a sense of defeat and obsession within me. His words seem to have a magical power that can touch the deepest parts of people's hearts.

I imagine that one day, I might become a true fan of his, devouring every word he writes and being completely immersed in his literary world.

Until then, I'll continue to be influenced by his works, carrying this sense of longing and anticipation with me.

The Beat generation was a literary and social movement that emerged in the 1950s in the United States.

It was characterized by a rejection of mainstream values and a search for alternative ways of living and expressing oneself.

The Beats were known for their experimental writing styles, which often incorporated elements of jazz, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness.

They also advocated for sexual liberation, drug use, and a more spiritual approach to life.

Some of the most famous Beat writers include Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and William S. Burroughs.

Their works had a significant impact on American culture and influenced subsequent generations of writers, musicians, and artists.

The Beat generation can be seen as a precursor to the counterculture movements of the 1960s and a symbol of the search for freedom and authenticity in a rapidly changing world.

This posthumous book was truly a great surprise.

It had a certain charm and allure that kept me engaged from the very first page.

The author's writing style was captivating, and the story line was well-developed and interesting.

I found myself completely immersed in the world that the author had created.

After finishing the book, I was left with a sense of satisfaction and a desire to read it again.

I plan to do just that in the near future, as I believe that there are still many hidden gems and details that I may have missed during my first reading.

This posthumous work is a testament to the author's talent and creativity, and I would highly recommend it to anyone who enjoys a good book.

From the series of books that are almost completely sold out

This is a remarkable situation that has caught the attention of many. The popularity of these books has skyrocketed, leaving readers eager to get their hands on the remaining copies.

It could be due to their engaging storylines, unique writing styles, or perhaps the timely topics they cover.

Publishers are now scrambling to reprint the books to meet the high demand.

Meanwhile, bookstores are carefully managing their inventories to ensure that as many readers as possible can enjoy these captivating reads.

The success of this book series serves as a reminder of the power of good literature to capture the hearts and minds of people.

It also shows that in a digital age, the love for physical books still persists.

As the demand continues to grow, it will be interesting to see how the publishers and bookstores adapt to meet the needs of the readers.

My introduction to Richard Brautigan occurred when I was twelve or thirteen and I read "In Watermelon Sugar." Needless to say, I didn't understand it at that time. So, unfortunately, I have avoided him ever since.

Now, many years later, I feel as if I have just met him. This novel was written shortly before Brautigan's death by suicide at the age of 49. He seems to share numerous characteristics with the unnamed protagonist in the story. Both are writers, both are 47, both suffer from depression, and both have the initials R.B. There may be other similarities, but as I'm new to Brautigan, I'm not fully aware of them.

This story is a writer's attempt to document a short period of his daily life in journal form. It may not sound like much, but it truly is. Brautigan's stream of conscious observations are unique and humorous. While the protagonist describes the book as "So many inconclusive fragments, sophomoric humor, cheap tricks, detail less details," I beg to differ.

His musings can be downright hilarious. My favorite part was when he discussed the monotony of dealing with questions about his broken leg. It's too long to quote here, but trust me, it's excellent. Another passage that made me smile was: "I know that I have felt this way before and things have always changed when I thought that they would never change, but I still find it hard to believe that things will actually change." I'm extremely glad that the many positive reviews of Brautigan's work on Goodreads convinced me that I might have been wrong about him. I might even give "In Watermelon Sugar" another try... who knows!

This is an odd little book.

I have never read a book by Brautigan before, yet I have heard good things about him. As it turns out, those good things were indeed true in this instance.

This book was Brautigan's last, published after his suicide. The last line is particularly haunting if you have any familiarity with Greek Tragedy: "Iphigenia, your daddy's home from Troy!"

It is difficult to explain this book. Technically, it is about the deaths of two women, one from hanging and the other from cancer. However, it is composed of talk on all sorts of things, such as traveling, sexual exploits, and having your picture taken with a chicken in Hawaii.

Brautigan's writing shares a similarity with Vonnegut's, but I can't quite pinpoint exactly what it is.

The book is quite short, only 110 pages, but it packs quite a few laughs and never really seems to be explicitly serious. All seriousness is understated and just below the surface.

I enjoyed this book quite a bit. It was a unique and engaging read that left me with a lot to think about.

Despite its light-hearted tone, there is a certain depth and sadness to the story that lingers long after you finish reading.

I would highly recommend this book to anyone looking for something different and thought-provoking.

Richard Brautigan's final journalistic novel is truly a great work, filled with some of his finest writing.

The book, titled An Unfortunate Woman, is said to be about a woman Brautigan knew who took her own life by hanging in a California house. The narrative alternates between reading like a novel and a series of journal entries, following Brautigan's restless travels from the west coast to Montana, Alaska, Honolulu, Hawaii, New York, Chicago, and then back to Montana and the west coast.

Throughout the story, Brautigan displays his characteristic quirky humor, seemingly without trying too hard. He moves from one lover's arms to another, restlessly wandering, either trying to figure out where he should be next or simply taking life as it comes.

Although this book may not have as strong and defined a story as some of his other more renowned novels, it still showcases the fabulous writing of one of the most innovative American writers of the latter half of the 20th century, at the peak of his abilities.

I heard that this was a notebook found in Brautigan's possession after he committed suicide in 1984. It's a great pity that he wasn't able to overcome his demons and live a bit longer. I truly believe that if he had still been around in the 90s, he would have become an even better writer.

Brautigan's writing is not only funny and entertaining but also at times heart-breaking and even prophetic. Remember, this is the same person who wrote the poem All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace. Look at the world we are now in, dominated by smartphones and the like. Could this be how Brautigan foresaw it?

Definitely give this book a try, even if you're just a casual Brautigan fan. You won't be disappointed.

It has taken me a full 45 years to complete all of Brautigan's books.

If one were to sit down and read them all consecutively, it might perhaps only consume two weeks.

After perusing "Trout Fishing in America" and "Confederate General from Big Sur", I read a few as they were released and the remainder, sporadically over the years.

It has been a considerable time since I have relished a Brautigan book to the extent that I did this one.

There is an abundance of pathos within these pages. Pathos and dark humor.

The book was penned just prior to his death and was not published in this country until after his suicide.

I found myself laughing out loud on numerous occasions while reading this book, and I suppose that is one of the finest compliments one can pay to any book.

It is evident that during the writing of this work, Brautigan became fixated on the concept of suicide, particularly the suicide of a young woman who had been the previous tenant in an apartment where he was residing in Berkeley.

His exploration of this theme adds a layer of complexity and depth to the narrative, making it a truly engaging and thought-provoking read.

Despite the underlying sadness, the presence of dark humor provides a glimmer of light and offers a unique perspective on the human condition.

Overall, this book is a testament to Brautigan's literary talent and his ability to create a world that is both captivating and disturbing.

This "journey" as Brautigan classifies it, alternates between sunlight and deep shadow.

Just as the gathering electrical storms and intense periods of sunlight sweep over Montana in its final pages, the narrative is filled with a mix of emotions.

The loss of a dear friend looms large over the story, casting a somber tone.

Yet, there are numerous almost clownish episodes that showcase his absurdly puckish wit.

Meeting a new lover at the soup aisle in a supermarket and getting to know her during an interminable line-up at the checkout is both comical and charming.

Having his photo taken with a chicken using Hawaii as a backdrop is a truly unique and memorable moment.

Phoning a friend while watching a building burn because she would enjoy it is a strange and humorous act.

A C-level Tarzan movie that was seemingly made as a vehicle for a starlet to take her clothes off adds a touch of absurdity to the narrative.

And there are moments of startlingly clear insight.

"Maybe if you return to a place, you've never really left that place because in waiting to come back, part of you is still there. If this were not true, then it would be a brand-new place, not seen before, nothing to remember it by." This profound observation makes us think about the nature of place and memory.

His observation of the deleterious impact of our automobile-dominated environment, where "Los Angeles visited Hawaii on vacation but decided not to go home", is both witty and thought-provoking.

Brautigan was truly sui generis, a one-of-a-kind writer who could blend humor, sadness, and profound insights into a single narrative.