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Angel La Canfora
5,0 von 5 SternenFun and Poignant
3. Mai 2015 - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
You can be forgiven for thinking, when an artist's style is far out, that they had an unusal up-bringing. It's easy and understandable, to look at the work of say, Dali, and think he was raised by a band of gypsies who resided behind a mossy, abandoned castle. But the truth is usually that the more "far out" the artist, the more traditional and restrictive their upbringing was. These artists couldn't wait to fling aside the shackles, to let themselves, their minds roam free. Such is the case with Tom Robbins. Southern born and bred to deeply religious, preacher parents, Robbins was on a traditional path - to university, the military, etc. Gradually, he realized there was an itch he needed to scratch, and eventually unleashed his first novel, Another Roadside Attraction, on the masses. His indifference to fame/fortune no doubt helped his unique prose style, for he wasn't aiming to please the masses, so it was a pleasant surprise when the masses eventually came around.
As I read Robbins highly enjoyable memoir, it struck me that I owe a huge debt of gratitude to him. As a teenager in the 8os, I was tipped off about Robbins work, read Still Life with Woodpecker, loved it and proceeded to read every book by him I could find. I was enthralled. It was the spirit of his books that got me, for, I felt it WAS me. Now, I'm middle of age and when I look back on my life I realize that so many important choices, especially as a young woman, were influenced by the spirit of Robbins novels - whether it was my hopping a train and moseying cross country at age 21, coming to rest in New Orleans, hanging out there for a couple weeks, or pursuing music/art/writing/whatever - even the men I dated - a lot of it comes down to Robbins novels. Here I am now, a published/award-winning poet, a songwriter, a mosaic artist, a photographer. And I owe so much of this journey to Robbins books - for validating me, encouraging me to be the unconventional chick I am, to keep my heart and eyes open to opportunities, to experiences, to love.
Laying on my couch this morning, I finished reading Tibetan Peach Pie, and cried big hot tears. I held the book against my lips and whispered "thank you for everything, Tom."
5,0 von 5 SternenOne taste and you won't put this dish down!
3. März 2018 - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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My sons introduced me to Tom Robbins a few years ago, and while you have to read most of his writing (such as Jitterbug Perfume) with what my Momma used to call (when I was allowed to read "mature" literature at a young age) an "open mind"...he is a genius...a wordsmith (a paltry term compared to his expertise at weaving a phrase, a sentence, a paragraph, a chapter, a book...) WOW! This interestingly arranged/framed "autobiography" will make you laugh and marvel all at the same time. A much easier read than his famed novels, Robbins recounts his life in excerpts, which are more like vignettes paralleled w/ his writings. It is just too enjoyable to describe. I even used portions of Tibetan Peach Pie w/ my AP Language classes - to demonstrate what good writing really is. His diction, syntax, tone, and imagery are incomparable. Read this. You will laugh, ponder, snort, ruminate, revel, and maybe even shed a tear.
I didn’t read this memoir as a fan and haven’t been able to get into his quirky books but maybe haven’t ventured far enough into them. I appreciate that he endeavored to write books that didn’t stick to a traditional structure. I’m disappointed that the title isn’t explained while he assumes we’ve come across it in one of his other books. Robbins has enjoyed success and embraced life. He’s always up for an adventure, especially if it’s mischievous. This isn’t a chronological autobiography but rather a collection of disjointed memories, often mentioning a wife or girlfriend who we don’t hear of again but I still found the stories amusing. He certainly has a way with words but there are no big insights or growth. Robbins simply relates his stories with glee, a dash of dismay at his success and a pinch of self-importance. Mostly for fans.
5,0 von 5 Sternenhow you doing, tommy, how you doing
14. Juli 2016 - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
tom robbins is over eighty years old, god bless him. a writer of novels which struck a chord and resounded loud among the counterculture, hippies, nomads, and acid heads of the 70s, over the years, he built a following for his boyish wackiness, off kiltered wisdom and laid back sexuality. in his eighth decade he’s written an autobiography.
the real juice is in his novels, here he’s having fun zooming down memory lane, a southern boy until he all of a sudden married and moved way up north to washington state, then a brief jaunt to manhattan where he read herman hesse—the books of henry miller came earlier—got to meet allen ginsberg and a few gurus in the art world before heading back to la conner, home of quite a few dwarves. as a kid he worked briefly in a circus—circuses and dwarves had me thinking of the novels of john irving, who would be my choice for robbins’ biographer.
fame and fortune finds him closed mouth, sharing postcard anecdotes of his travels on the less traveled continents, asia and africa and australia and tidbits which can only make sense to close friends, and some name dropping even as he writes that he doesn’t intend to name drop now that he knows so many famous folk. no insights and little information on what it’s like being old for someone who was a prankster, a user of lsd, no observations of sexuality over eighty.
still fond reading for his fans. and as a journalist he does chart a changing era of bohemian artists and nomadic hippies.