Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Trout Fishing with Richard Brautigan


How to describe Trout Fishing in America? How to describe any of Richard Brautigan’s works? The closest working definition I can come up with is this: the mutant offspring of a booze-swilling novel and a poem strained through a mystic’s pajamas with the dark and sunny side of the American Dream alternating days as nanny. And that still isn’t sufficient. 

Brautigan is brilliant. When I say that I’m referring to all of his books, but, for now, I think I’m better off to take each one individually, and right now Trout Fishing in America gets to enjoy the attention. It’s so short. And simple. And while an occasional plot appears from one fishing trip to the next, there largely is no plot. Every chapter is a short, simple, fragmented view of a particular moment or train of thought that in some way reveals a truth of America.

There is no way to sufficiently describe what the book is about because of its experimental style and resistance to categorization, but I’ll try to light a match over it so we can at least make out the outlines. Trout Fishing in America is mostly about just that, trout fishing in America. Brautigan gives accounts of various trout fishing trips he’s gone on throughout his life, some when he was young, and some once he is older, married, and has a child. I don’t know to what degree these accounts are fictionalized, but, at least from my perspective, they seem to have some basis in real life experience for the author. There’s the quick story of the Kool-Aid wino. There’s the character, Trout Fishing in America Shorty, probably the funniest character in all the novel. And there’s mayonnaise.

These are the kinds of things that pop up from one chapter to the next. If the exceedingly short length of each chapter (typically around two pages) and the beautiful employment of language did not already give it away, perhaps the jump from one topic to another as one chapter closes and the next begins (with the only thread of unity usually being the voyeuristic peek into America’s cognitive outhouse) will make it clear: each chapter is a prose poem.

Altogether, Trout Fishing in America is Richard Brautigan’s meditation on America—what it is, where it’s going, and how it’s not just a place but a buddy that’s along for the ride with each and every person. Whether he intended it as a main focus or not, Brautigan also managed to simultaneously undermine and reevaluate the novel form, and not in a bad way.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Recent Reads, New Buys, and Upcoming Reviews


I’m slow to post on here lately, but the next week or two should see more action. In the last couple of weeks I’ve read Clifford D. Simak’s novella, The Big Front Yard, and three books by Richard Brautigan: Trout Fishing in America; The Pill versus the Springhill Mine Disaster; and In Watermelon Sugar. By the end of the weekend I’ll at least have a little something up on Simak’s novella. In addition to all the Brautigan books I just finished, I read Willard and His Bowling Trophies a couple months ago, so I’ll have tons to say about him. For now, it is enough to say that Richard Brautigan has tied with Tom Robbins for my favorite writer’s slot.

I’ve also got a lot of books queued that I bought used one place or another: Albert Goldbarth’s The Kitchen Sink; Lewis Thomas’s The Lives of a Cell; John Berryman’s Dream Songs; Harlan Ellison’s Approaching Oblivion; Samuel R. Delany’s The Fall of the Towers; Carol Emshwiller’s Report to the Men’s Club and Other Stories; and Philip Jose Farmer’s Down in the Black Gang and Other Stories.

Right now I am going back and forth between Robert Anton Wilson’s Illuminatus! books and Grant Morrison’s The Invisibles, and I should have reviews up on them sometime after those on Clifford D. Simak and Richard Brautigan.