For me, Brautigan has always been enshrouded in mystery. I often think that the less I know about him, the more I can relish his writing. This is because narration and personal reflection hold such sway in some of his works. I reason, "Why let the artist overshadow the art?"
Simultaneously, Brautigan is such an intriguing, idiosyncratic, and humorous writer that one can't help but desire to know more about the person behind the pen. Not to mention the captivating photographs on each book cover.
"You Can't Catch Death" strikes the perfect chord. It is neither a straightforward biography nor a meticulous character dissection. Instead, it is a memoir penned by Brautigan's daughter. Sadly, she often had to bear the weight of being a pillar during her father's bouts of depression. Through the pages of her memoir, she comes to terms with her father's suicide.
The book, then, is not solely about Brautigan or Ianthe, but about their profound relationship. And this makes for an exquisitely beautiful and touching read. It offers just the right amount of background information on Brautigan to aid in understanding the art and the artist, without making one feel like a voyeur. It also introduces the reader to Ianthe's writing, which is beautiful in its own unique way.
One of the joys of "You Can't Catch Death" is the format Ianthe chose for her memoir. Like her father's works, it hovers delicately between poetry and prose. Each word is painstakingly selected; nothing is superfluous, and every word carries profound significance. Like Brautigan's numerous writings, Ianthe's writing is playful while grappling with heavy themes (what could be heavier than suicide?). There is also pure artistry here, such as when Ianthe imagines her father in heaven teaching Kurt Cobain to fish, while Cobain teaches Brautigan guitar chords.
Yet another delight is the revelation that many of the "imaginings" in Brautigan's writings are actually autobiographical. This, I found, enhanced my appreciation of Brautigan, although I initially feared it might diminish the allure of his "fiction."
In simple terms: one gains precisely the right amount of background information on Brautigan, and nothing more. It's perfect.
Much gratitude goes to Ianthe Brautigan for her memoir. It is a beautiful work of art.