Showing posts with label Richard Brautigan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Brautigan. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Book Depository



When you think of all the unpublished manuscripts in the world, by writers of all descriptions and abilities, from the unsung genius (does a solitary writer screaming at a desert sky make a sound?) or the aging retiree just wanting to get it all down on paper before it's too late. All the way back to the eager and precocious child venturing into to the world of her own imaginings — wanting to make a "book": her own book, a book that she wrote) it would match the count of lost socks, no doubt: hundreds of thousands — probably millions.
     I'm reminded of a book by Richard Brautigan, The Abortion, that seems to look into the future of publishing without trying: e-books, self-publishing on a grand scale, blogs, vanity press without the stigma — new forms of "getting it out there" that are rooted simply in the need to tell a story to as many people as possible.
— Michael Hale

"In the top floor of the Fletcher Free Library in Burlington Vermont, the Brautigan Library lives as its own Library Autonomous Zone. I happened upon it by accident. I always try to stop in at the local library when I travel….
     Richard Brautigan wrote the book The Abortion. It was one of the reasons I wanted to become a librarian. In it, he creates a library full of unpublished writers. The library is always open, or never open depending how you look at it, and the author lives in the library. He never leaves. Librarian turnover is high. When someone writes a book, they bring it to the library and place it on a shelf anywhere they choose. From time to time, the books are emptied out of the library and brought to caves in Northern California."
— Jessamyn.com
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"[The Abortion] is based on the idea of a public library where authors can bring their manuscripts, 'the unwanted, the lyrical and haunted volumes of American writing.' Such volumes as: Growing Flowers by Candlelight in Hotel Rooms, My Trike and Love always Beautiful, a book rejected four hundred and fifty-nine times. Also mentioned is the Culinary Dostoevsky the author of which, it states, was a cookbook of recipes he had found in Dostoevsky’s novels. ‘Some of them are very good, ‘ he said. ‘I’ve eaten everything Dostoevsky ever cooked.’
     Brautigan according to his first wife Virginia Aste, never went anywhere without his Dostoyevsky."
Rolling Plinth
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Thursday, April 25, 2013

"[...] drinkers, gunslingers and philanderers”



"Richard Brautigan hitchhiked to San Francisco in 1956, intending to pursue poetry, but, out of step with the Beat movement – Allen Ginsberg called him 'a neurotic creep' – he struggled to make a mark. Switching from verse to prose, he claimed 'I don’t want to sit at the children’s table any more,' but it was with the Flower Children of the hippy movement that he found success. When they lost interest, he struggled again, this time against drink and adverse criticism, living 'in a macho milieu of hard drinkers, gunslingers and philanderers' and eventually shooting himself with one of his beloved Smith & Wessons."
— Alan Jenkins, The Times Literary Supplement
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"Jubilee Hitchhiker, the long-awaited biography of novelist Richard Brautigan, is an astonishing book on multiple levels.
     Most obvious is its size: Nearly 900 large-format pages of small type, including photographs, an index and a bibliography. The proper description of this ambitious project requires italics and an exponent: Comprehensive.
     The blessing is that the biographer, William Hjortsberg, is a talented novelist and screenwriter. He knows how to tell a story and can create brilliant atmospherics while doing so.
 On September 16, 1984, the musky smell of congealing blood lingered in the enclosed air, not the sweetness of dried flowers. The loud radio echoing from the kitchen drowned an insistent buzz of gathering flies.

   The opening chapter, describing Brautigan's suicide and subsequent decomposition, is chilling and masterful. Like a Greek tragedy, we are shown the horrific end at the beginning, and are inexorably drawn into the story:
      Brautigan's body would remain undiscovered for more than a month. "
— Joseph Bednarik, Oregon Live
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