It's truly superb, just like all the other books written by Brautigan.

However, there is a question that lingers: why is this particular work titled "a novel" rather than "a short story collection"?

Could it be that the overall structure and narrative arc of the piece give it the feel and substance of a novel? Maybe there are underlying themes and connections that tie the individual sections together in a more profound way than what is typically found in a short story collection.

On the other hand, perhaps it's a matter of the author's intention or the publisher's marketing strategy. It would be interesting to gain some insights into the reasoning behind this classification.

Perhaps a closer examination of the text, along with an understanding of Brautigan's writing style and the context in which the work was created, could provide some answers.

Until then, the question remains, adding an element of mystery and intrigue to this already captivating piece of literature.

Last spring, I embarked on a Brautigan season. During that time, I devoured almost everything written by him that I could get my hands on. I began reading this particular book, but after just a couple of pages, I abandoned it. However, I later decided to finish it in an attempt to clear out my "currently reading" shelf.

To be honest, I almost wish I hadn't bothered. There is very little of what I adore about his writing in this book. There are a few shining Brautigan sentences and paragraphs, and precisely 3 stories that I truly loved (strangely enough, all of them having something to do with chickens). But for the most part, the writing is lackluster and overly cynical. To make matters worse, the Kindle edition is rife with typos, which only added to my frustration.

I suppose I am glad to have finally completed my Brautigan project after a year and a half. But I would not recommend this book to anyone who isn't a completist. It simply doesn't measure up to the brilliance of his other works.

For some reason, I had the thought that this particular work was out of print. Maybe it was because it wasn't included in the larger collections that were being published?

However, this is, without a doubt, my favorite book by Brautigan.

"A SHRINE OF CARP" is such a marvelous and perfect chapter. But in truth, I love every single part of it!

CAConrad

http://CAConrad.blogspot.com

The book holds a special place in my heart. Its unique charm and the way it engages my imagination are truly remarkable. Each time I pick it up, I am transported into a world of Brautigan's creation. The storylines are captivating, and the characters come alive on the pages. It's a literary gem that I will always cherish.

Despite not being as widely known as some other works, this book has a dedicated following. Those who have discovered it understand its value and beauty. I hope that more people will have the opportunity to read and appreciate this wonderful piece of literature.

A post-modern work emerges, skillfully contrasting the American West with the experiences in Tokyo, which is the home of Brautigan's wife. Presented in Brautigan's unique non-narrative vignette style, this piece delves into various profound themes. The theme of aging is explored as we witness the passage of time in both the vast landscapes of the American West and the bustling metropolis of Tokyo. Existentialism also takes center stage, as the characters grapple with the meaning and purpose of their lives in these distinct settings. The strangeness that pervades both places adds an element of mystery and intrigue. We are left to wonder about the connections and disconnections between the two worlds, and how they shape the individuals who inhabit them. This post-modern work invites us to look beyond the surface and discover the hidden depths within the seemingly disparate experiences of the American West and Tokyo.