I love Tom Robbins. He speaks what is in me and provides for me what life does not. I saw this challenge as I was scouting new places to read about Robbins on the internet but had already read everything he has written excepting some early art and music critiques.
I had no choice, really. I first read “Still Life with Woodpecker” and, I must admit, it took me several, perhaps five, tries to get through it. I liken it now to being stuck in the mud and mire of my life and his book trying to propel me forward but I quit before I could fully climb out. Finally, I got past some point where it clicked and my senses seemed to vibrate like a dowzing rod honing in on subterranean water.
I finished “Still Life…” and was intrigued knowing I had to read more. But nothing I had experienced, not even the experience of having my mind blown open by the writing in “Still Life…” had prepared me for what I read next. I stepped back to Robbins’ first for my second and fell in love with “Another Roadside Attraction” and, of course, Amanda and, if I am being completely honest, John Paul Ziller.
After finishing ”...Roadside…” I devoured the rest as fast as my library could support me, reading “Jitterbug Perfume”, “Skinny Legs and All”, “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” and “Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas” in, as I remember it, that order.
I was, at that point, a junkie and was waiting at the bookstore when “Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates”, “Villa Incognito” and “Wild Ducks Flying Backward” came out.
When Robbins speaks to you as he has spoken to me it is nearly impossible to describe to others – my words fail me. I believe only he could put words to how I feel about his writing and that is circular logic if I’ve ever heard it.
Robbins is funny (he makes me laugh out loud), he is sexy, he is wise – but, mostly, he makes me think. God, how he makes me think.
I hope, fervently, that what I have written here, as pale as it is compared to the experience itself, will make you want to read Mr. Robbins. He is a treasure.