I just reread one of my favorite books from when I was a teenager, Still Life with Woodpecker
by Tom Robbins. I'm overjoyed to report that it is even better than I remembered, and found myself furiously scribbling line after line in my quote notebook - like this one:
"What are you looking for in a typewriter?" the salesman asked.
"Something
more than words, " I replied. "Crystals. I want to send my reader
armloads of crystals, some of which are the colors of orchids and
peonies, some of which pick up radio signals from a secret city that is
half Paris and half Coney Island."
And that is just from the intro. If you are looking for a book with some of the most exuberant, florid language you've ever read, and that is satirical, sexy, mystical, and surreal, then this is the story for you. It is also chock full of blackberries, pyramids, lunar mythology, royalty, love, and dynamite. You know, if you're into that sort of thing.
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