Stunning.

It is a word that truly encapsulates the essence of this work. The beauty and impact it has is simply breathtaking, leaving one in awe.

Honest.

The author has been unwavering in presenting the truth, without any sugarcoating or false pretenses. This authenticity adds a layer of depth and credibility to the entire piece.

Perceptive.

The insights and observations offered are sharp and incisive, cutting through the surface and delving into the heart of the matter. It shows a remarkable ability to see beyond the obvious and understand the deeper meanings and implications.

A Swan Song of sorts.

This work feels like a final masterpiece, a culmination of the author's talent and creativity. It is a fitting end to what has been an outstanding body of work.

Strongly recommend.

Based on all of the above, I cannot recommend this highly enough. It is a must-read for anyone who appreciates great literature, thought-provoking ideas, and a truly engaging experience.

Richard Brautigan is an author I didn't know much about before, but now I have a strong desire to learn more.

I chose to read this particular book for two reasons. Firstly, it was said to be about a woman's suicide. Secondly, Brautigan himself committed suicide approximately a year after completing this book. (I have read a significant number of books on the topic of suicide.)

This book is indeed about death, but it is primarily about life and the many aspects of the everyday. I was surprised to find myself laughing out loud at several points. This is quite remarkable considering that the book is filled with incredible metaphors about life, death, and dying, as well as poignantly accurate descriptions of depression.

Brautigan's intention in writing this book was to document, in a calendar-like fashion, the journey of a man through his days. What lingers in my mind is the delicate balance between the mundane moments and the spiritual awakenings that can occur one after the other within a single day. It makes me realize that life is a complex tapestry of both the ordinary and the extraordinary.

Overall, this book has given me a new perspective on life and death, and has piqued my interest in exploring more of Brautigan's works.

If the hawk wasn't seen in the photo, there was no reason for me to take a photo with a crow. I intended to take the photo and hang it on the wall in my house in Montana.

The crow was calm under my arm and very dirty. God, how dirty the crow was. After the photo shoot, I put the crow on the ground. It limped and, although it was known to be a buzzard, with its fallen wings, it took its way and left.

I love crows because of this behavior of theirs. This book was one of those that, if I had the opportunity, I would read it in one sitting. However, I finished it in less than a day and a half between my chores. One of the most beautiful parts of the story is where it goes back in time like a movie: after the phone rings quietly, so quietly that it has never rung so softly before, it doesn't stop ringing until the sound of its ring is no longer heard, and then someone passes by and...

There was a particular kind of injustice and suffering seen in life within the book!

And the idea of the 160-page notebook and the conclusion of the book was extremely good!

At the end, we see that it is written: "I am writing the last line for the one who reads. I did my best."

In his life, he did his best. He wrote. He saw. He lived. And he was getting closer and closer to the end of his work.

(This is the last book for his loved ones before his suicide, which his daughter publishes after his death.)

Expanded version:

In the book, a distinct form of injustice and hardship was vividly portrayed. It was as if the author was shining a light on the darker aspects of life that often go unnoticed or unacknowledged.

The concept of the 160-page notebook and the way the book was concluded was truly remarkable. It added a layer of depth and poignancy to the story, leaving the reader with a sense of profoundness.

At the very end, the words "I am writing the last line for the one who reads. I did my best" were inscribed. These words carried a weight of their own, revealing the author's determination and effort in sharing his experiences and thoughts.

Throughout his life, the author had strived, written, witnessed, and lived. And now, he was approaching the end of his work. This was not just the end of a book, but a significant moment in his life.

(This final book was a testament to his love and connection with his loved ones. It was a precious gift that his daughter would publish after his tragic act of suicide, ensuring that his words would live on and touch the hearts of many.)

How do I feel after reading this 160-page suicide note from the person who has become one of my favorite writers over the course of 2 months?

Obviously, I feel sad. It's his saddest book in a collection of sad books. Most of them are wistful-sad, but this one is knock-you-over-the-head sad. Even if you didn't know this person was headed toward suicide (and everyone who has read it did know, as it was published after his death), it's a chronicle of despair.

Also, I can't help but be a little angry. Angry at someone who is somewhat self-indulgently in love with his own demons, shutting out people who would want to help him.

But, ultimately, I am thankful. Thankful for this last little gift of brilliant writing, with little bits of all my favorite Brautigan features. For example, that gorgeous line that I scribbled down on the only bit of paper I had available (the back page of my recipe book as I was listening in the kitchen): "I enjoy the sight of a woman's body at play in the fields of intelligence."

I would definitely recommend this to any Brautigan fan, but not to anyone who isn't. It's best to start with the joy of Trout Fishing In America or the meditative poetry of In Watermelon Sugar. This suicide note is a powerful and poignant work, but it's not for the faint of heart. It's a reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of reaching out for help when we need it.

An Unfortunate Woman: A Journey, Richard Brautigan

An Unfortunate Woman: A Journey is Richard Brautigan's eleventh and final published novel. Written in 1982, it was first published posthumously in 1994 in a French translation, Cahier d'un Retour de Troie ["Diary of a Return from Troy"]. The novel takes the form of a traveler's journal, chronicling the protagonist's journey and his oblique ruminations on the suicide of one woman and the death from cancer of a close friend.

In Iran, it has been published under various titles such as "An Unfortunate Woman" and "An Unfortunate Woman: Destiny". The authorship is by Richard Brautigan. It was first read on July 21, 2012. There are different translations and editions. For example, one translation by Hossein Nosh Azar was published in Tehran by Morvarid in 2009, with 135 pages. Another translation by Behzad Mashki was published in Tehran by Neshre Chashme in 2008, with 128 pages.
This book was the last one that Richard Brautigan, an American writer, completed two years before he took his own life on his farm. It wasn't published until sixteen years after his death when his only daughter and heir in New York submitted it to the publisher and it was published in 2000 as his final work. It is a fictional travelogue and a proposal for travelogue writing. The "unfortunate woman" in the book has hanged herself in her room, and Brautigan seems to have lived in her room for a while and slept on her bed. Throughout the work, there are hints of the author's suicidal thoughts and his entanglement with death. On the other hand, this book is the diary of a man's journey over several months of his life and is representative of the life of a writer who in the last years of his life withdraws from America and also travels to Alaska and Hawaii. Brautigan wrote a large part of this book in restaurants and cafes and the last few chapters on his farm in Montana. In the last chapter of the book, Brautigan mentions that he has only read the book once from beginning to end. It may be true because as you will see, the author sometimes gives promises to the reader in some places but does not fulfill them. It is unknown whether this inaccuracy is a kind of trick, a game with the reader and part of the plot of the story, or is due to the author's lack of motivation, disbelief, and lack of perseverance in the last two years of his life.
The quoted text from the book shows the author's thoughts and questions, such as wondering where the woman who hanged herself went, where he forgot her story, if she is now forgotten in memory and her story becomes a mockery of eternity, how her childhood was, if he said why she hanged herself, if he even knows the reason for her action, remembering the beginning of the story which started with a woman's shoe in a four-way intersection in Honolulu, wondering if he and the daughter will ever have a relationship, thinking he should write something about sweets, if he wanted to give a satirical tone to the story with this, what the lovers mentioned in the book are doing now, where they are, and why he is alone in this place.
The date of dissemination is 12/12/2020 Gregorian; 19/12/2021 Gregorian; A. Sharbiani

I still think about this book every time I stand in line in the grocery store. It's a rather common sight when someone in front of me is unloading a huge number of items from her cart. :) This simple act of waiting in line has become a trigger for my thoughts to return to that particular book. I wonder if the person in front of me is also a book lover and if she has ever read something that had a profound impact on her, just like this book did on me. Standing there,看着 the items pile up, I can't help but let my mind wander and recall the various scenes and emotions that the book evoked within me. It's a strange yet wonderful connection that I have with this book, and it always manages to bring a smile to my face whenever I think about it in such unexpected moments.

Until that day had not come when his condition was so bad. It was as if the elevator of hell had crashed into his life and left a hole in his soul. A long time passed and he began to cry. I listened carefully and with understanding to the words that no one wants to hear and that are of no use to anyone. "Such painful words do not heal anyone and their only characteristic is that they create a vast emptiness called incurable." What was expected of me? Except that I was his friend and I listened... and I listened... and I listened... and I listened... and I listened until finally, as a result of listening to his words, the elevator of hell also crashed into my soul. We needed a strange balance that only someone like Kafka could have created to know when the situation was worse...

This story is a profound exploration of the human condition and the power of words. It shows how the pain and suffering of one person can have a profound impact on those around them. The use of vivid imagery, such as the "elevator of hell," helps to bring the story to life and make it more engaging for the reader.

The repetition of the phrase "and I listened" emphasizes the importance of being there for a friend in need, but also shows the toll that it can take on the listener. The final sentence, about the strange balance, leaves the reader with a sense of mystery and wonder, and invites them to reflect on their own experiences with pain and suffering. Overall, this is a powerful and thought-provoking piece of writing.

Bana bu kitabı vermeyecektin. Ama sonuçta hayat devam ediyor, değil mi?

You wouldn't have given this book to me. But in the end, life goes on, doesn't it?

At first, it seemed like a definite no when it came to you giving me this book. Maybe there were reasons, perhaps you had your own plans for it. However, as time passes, we realize that regardless of this small incident, life marches forward. It doesn't stop for a missed opportunity or a decision that might have been different. We have to keep going, adapt, and find new ways to move forward. And even though this book wasn't given to me initially, there are still countless other possibilities and experiences waiting in the journey of life.

I was the world's biggest Brautigan fan in high school.

By the time I finished college, I had collected most of his published books.

Even all these years later, I can still recite "Hamlet with a cormorant under his arm" in its entirety.

So, when I heard that a movie was being made of his last novella, I simply had to read it.

It's vintage Brautigan, with its elliptical and whimsical style, and those gobsmackingly sad passages that seemed to ambush me out of nowhere.

I didn't connect with this one in the same way I did with Watermelon Sugar. I couldn't quite find myself in it. But then again, I'm not 19 any more.

I did, however, enjoy the travelogue aspect of it. Especially the surprising side trip to Toronto and the narrator's fling with the nice Canadian woman.

I really hope she makes it into the movie.

It would be a shame if her character was left out.

Overall, while it wasn't my favorite Brautigan work, it still had its charm and I'm looking forward to seeing how the movie adaptation turns out.

Weird, but relatable.

These two words seem to describe a phenomenon that is both strange and yet familiar. It's that feeling when you come across something that is so out of the ordinary that it makes you do a double-take, but at the same time, you can't help but think that you've experienced something similar in some way.

Maybe it's a dream that you had that was so vivid and strange that you couldn't forget it, but when you think about it, there are elements of it that are related to your real life. Or perhaps it's a situation that you find yourself in that seems completely absurd, but as you look around, you realize that there are others who are going through the same thing.

Weird, but relatable. It's a concept that reminds us that even in the strangest of circumstances, there is often a connection to our own experiences and emotions. It's a reminder that we are all human and that we all have our own unique stories to tell.

Self-reflexive failure is a concept that holds significant importance in various aspects of our lives. It refers to the inability of an individual or a system to reflect upon itself and recognize its own shortcomings or mistakes.

This type of failure can have far-reaching consequences, as it prevents growth, improvement, and learning. When we are unable to self-reflect, we may continue to repeat the same errors, making it difficult to achieve our goals or reach our full potential.

In personal relationships, self-reflexive failure can lead to misunderstandings, conflicts, and breakdowns. If we are not willing to look at our own behavior and how it affects others, we may struggle to build healthy and meaningful connections.

In the professional realm, self-reflexive failure can hinder career progression and innovation. Without the ability to assess our own performance and identify areas for improvement, we may become stagnant and miss out on opportunities for growth.

To avoid self-reflexive failure, it is essential to cultivate a habit of self-reflection. This can involve taking the time to think about our actions, decisions, and their consequences. We can also seek feedback from others to gain a different perspective and identify blind spots. By being open to self-reflection and willing to make changes, we can overcome self-reflexive failure and strive for personal and professional success.