Literature: Faulkner and Robbins

The lake is open, and it is time to enjoy fishing, paddle-boarding, gardening, reading, researching. I always have time for writing, and enjoying great writing.I have been spending some time today enjoying the nice weather, and reading some Faulkner, and wanted to share one of his poetic passages from The Bear, describing the boy in the narrative: "He was sixteen. For six years now he had been a man's hunter. For six years now he had heard the best of all talking. It was of the wilderness, the big woods, bigger and older than any recorded document:---of white man fatuous enough to believe he had bought any fragment of it..."(1).After reading the passage above, I think of the importance of wild places, and how important the wilderness is my life. After enjoying Faulkner's poetic prose style, I turn my attention to the witty, brilliant, vocabulary rich writing of Tom Robbins. I can't wait to read his new memoir Tibetan Peach Pie.I enjoy his eccentric, elusive, hilarious and effusive, daringly intellectual, and wisdom filled writing style.

Tom Robbins is my favorite writer.Here's a little sample of his fiction:"This sentence is made of lead (and a sentence of lead gives a reader an entirely different sensation from one made of magnesium). This sentence is made of yak wool. This sentence is made of sunlight and plums. This sentence is made of ice. This sentence is made from the blood of the poet. This sentence was made in Japan. This sentence glows in the dark. This sentence was born with a caul. This sentence has a crush on Norman Mailer. This sentence is a wino and doesn't care who knows it. Like many italic sentences, this one has Mafia connections. This sentence is a double Cancer with a Pisces rising. This sentence lost its mind searching for the perfect paragraph. This sentence refuses to be diagrammed. This sentence ran off with an adverb clause. This sentence is 100 percent organic: it will not retain a facsimile of freshness like those sentences of Homer, Shakespeare, Goethe et al., which are loaded with preservatives. This sentence leaks. This sentence doesn't look Jewish... This sentence has accepted Jesus Christ as its personal savior. This sentence once spit in a book reviewer's eye. This sentence can do the funky chicken. This sentence has seen too much and forgotten too little. This sentence is called "Speedoo" but its real name is Mr. Earl. This sentence may be pregnant. This sentence suffered a split infinitive - and survived. If this sentence has been a snake you'd have bitten it. This sentence went to jail with Clifford Irving. This sentence went to Woodstock. And this little sentence went wee wee wee all the way home." — Tom Robbins (Even Cowgirls Get the Blues)

His fusion of wit, insightful analogies, and plenty of similes and metaphors make me happy. He is a very fun author to read, especially if you want a break from the mundane in life. Reading Tom Robbins is like taking a mini exotic vacation to a land of myths, humor, brilliant characters, and philosophical musing. The stories are bizarre, and often send me on a research journey of my own, based on the multitude of settings , philosophies, and myths, etc. explored in the novels.