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In its first time in audio and with an introduction written and read by poet Billy Collins, Trout Fishing in America is an indescribable romp, by turns a hilarious, playful, and melancholy novel that wanders from San Francisco through America's culture.Richard Brautigan's world is one of gentle magic and marvelous laughter, of the incredibly beautiful and the beautifully incredible. Trout Fishing in America is a pseudonym for the miraculous. A journey which begins at the foot of the Benjamin Franklin statue in San Francisco's Washington Square, which wanders through the wonders of America's rural waterways, and which ends, inevitably, with mayonnaise. Funny, wild, and sweet, Trout Fishing in America is an incomparable guidebook to the delights of exploration-both of land and mind.Richard Brautigan was a literary idol of the 1960s and 1970s whose comic genius and iconoclastic vision of American life caught the imagination of young people everywhere. His early books became required reading for the hip generation, and on its publication, Trout Fishing in America, considered by many as his best novel, became an international bestseller.With it Brautigan caught the public's attention and became a cult hero. By 1970 Trout Fishing in America had become the namesake of a commune, a free school, an underground newspaper, and more.… (more)
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This book is a travel book of sorts. It reintroduced me to America. And streams. With trout. In another time. Trout Fishing in America is alright.
I remember mistaking and old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.
'Excuse me,' I said. 'I thought you were a trout stream.'
'I'm not,' she said.
It scans quickly, nevertheless includes nice turns of phrase and whimsical description. Reminiscent of some Robbins and Pynchon in narrative voice (or given the timeline: anticipates those writers). Nice primer for one of Brautigan's poetry collections.
Favorite quotes:
pg 5 "There was nothing I could do. I couldn't change a flight of stairs into a creek. The boy walked back to where he came from. The same thing once happened to me, I remember mistaking an old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.
"Excuse me," I said. "I thought you were a trout stream"
"I'm not," she said.
pg. 22 "He learned about life at sixteen, first from Dostoevsky and then from the whores of New Orleans.
The bookstore was a parking lt for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to red them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again."
pg. 24 "There was nothing else I could do for my body was like birds sitting on a telephone wire strung out down the world, clouds tossing the wires carefully."
pg. 40 "But after a few more days trout fishing in America disappeared altogether as it was destined to from its very beginning, and a kind of autumn fell over the first grade."
And yet the book is charming.
It's difficult to describe what the book is about. It's about America when Richard Brautigan was young. It's about America when Richard Brautigan was on a fishing trip with his wife and kid in Idaho. It's about America when Richard Brautigan was living in San Francisco. All that and more. A bit of poetry, a dollop of sarcasm, and a cast of weird people with weird behavior who are real nevertheless. Even if they happen to be a statue.
It's short and sweet. It'll make you laugh and frown, sometimes even on the same page, reading the same short chapter. You understand?
It's like " Wow, man, groovy." You know what I mean.
There were parts of it that I enjoyed but other parts I found frustrating. Brautigan can obviously write and I would have liked to see his talent used in a sustained way rather than the fragmented style here.
What exactly Trout Fishing in America is remains open to debate. It may not be a conventional novel, but there are so many books out there that aren’t conventional novels that its unconventionality hardly distinguishes it. What stands out is that it is filled to bursting with what you might call left-turn similes, i.e. similes that appear headed in one direction and suddenly take another tack. It is also, surprisingly, filled with a lot of actual trout fishing. So that must put it in the running against Moby Dick as one of those books that come to define America.
And so, gently recommended.
3/4 (Good).
It's prose poetry, not a novel. It's a nice book, if you go in knowing that, not expecting a story (or clarity). His style isn't quite there yet; it's quirky and pastoral, with no weight to it.
The sight of a trout river,
I recently read about Richard Brautigan's sad end by his own hand and how his body lay unfound for many months. In my mind I can put those two things together. It is like he used up all his magic in one book and when he ran short many years later he had no choice but to end it all.
If only he had known that his name would still be spoken many years later and his books still read.
Such a beautiful book and such a sad man.
Only recommended for those who are truly curious about the book, author, or era.
Birdie Jay: “It’s so dumb, it’s brilliant!”
Benoit Blanc: “NO! It’s just DUMB!”
Tedious and tiresome, and the vituperation against Nelson Algren bizarre and dumb. (The Man with the Golden Arm is a better book than this.)
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