Revenge of the Lawn, The Abortion, So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away
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REVENGE OF THE LAWN: Originally published in 1971, these bizarre flashes of insight and humor cover everything from "A High Building in Singapore" to the "Perfect California Day." This is Brautigan's only collection of stories and includes "The Lost Chapters of TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA."
THE ABORTION: AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE 1966: A public library in California where none of the books have ever been published is full of romantic possibilities. But when the librarian and his girlfriend must travel to Tijuana, they have a series of strange encounters in Brautigan's 1971 novel.
SO THE WIND WON'T BLOW IT ALL AWAY: It is 1979, and a man is recalling the events of his twelfth summer, when he bought bullets for his gun instead of a hamburger. Written just before his death, and published in 1982, this novel foreshadowed Brautigan's suicide.
won't do at all," and threw the man down a flight of stairs. He got the message. That was two years ago. The man is now living in the YMCA in San Francisco and loves it. He spends more time in the bathroom than everybody else. He goes in there at night and talks to himself with the light out. The Pretty Office WHEN first I passed by there, it was just an ordinary office with desks and typewriters and filing cabinets and telephones ringing and people answering the telephones. There were
would have some fun. "TAXI!" "BEAUTIFUL GIRL!" "TAXI!" "BEATLE!" (Wolf whistle.) The taxicab drivers of Tijuana remained constant in their devotion to us. I had no idea my hair was so long and of course Vida had her thing going. We went over to the big modern Woolworth's on the Main Street of Tijuana to find a telephone. It was a pastel building with a big red Woolworth's sign and a red brick front and big display windows all filled up with Easter stuff: lots and lots and lots of bunnies
said. "Why aren't you inside?" I said. "Tired, honey?" Foster said to Vida. He put his arm gently around her. "A little," she said. "Well, that's the way it should be, but it won't last long." "The library?" I said. "Good girl," Foster said to Vida. "Am I glad to see you! You look like a million dollars in small change. What a sight!" giving her a kiss on the cheek. "The library?" I said. Foster turned toward me. "I'm sorry about that," he said, then turning to Vida, "Oh, what a girl!"
what I was doing, so in a way, it was a wasted question. "Looking out the window," I said. "Looking out the window at a funeral. You're a weird kid." I have to agree that observation was right on the money. They said that they wanted to have a serious conversation with me later on, but they forgot about it and so the serious conversation never took place. The undertaker had a wife and a little daughter. They lived in the funeral parlor along with the dead people. The daughter was a year
store and looked at comic books while I thought about how seriously I wanted a box of apple-splattering bullets or a delicious hamburger with lots of onions on it. I could have thought about it while looking at comic books until the owner of the store started giving me the evil eye because obviously I was not a potential comic-book purchaser. I was just a kid hanging out with Superman and Batman while I made up my mind. Too bad Superman couldn't have told me what to do. SUPERMAN: Kid, go