I think a significant aspect of Brautigan's genius lies in the way his books give the impression of being written in a single, unedited burst. The prose has a free-flowing nature, as if he is simply improvising as he writes and doesn't bother to look back. This style works better in some books than in others, and unfortunately, this particular one didn't resonate as strongly with me. However, it's also possible that I wasn't in the ideal frame of mind to fully appreciate his unique approach.
Interestingly, I had been eager to read this book for some time. Then, quite by chance, I discovered a copy in a Little Free Library just down the street from my home. What made this library even more special was the associated miniature tableau it featured, complete with a tiny gnome and gnome-sized furniture. Many of my neighbors have these charming miniature scenes set up in their gardens - little castles, huts, and other delightful structures. It really adds an extra layer of interest and charm to walking the streets and admiring the houses.
In the end, while the act of finding the book was exciting, the actual experience of reading it didn't quite live up to my expectations. Nevertheless, I still appreciate Brautigan's distinct writing style and look forward to exploring more of his works in the future.