In TLS there’s a book review of a new biography on poet Richard Brautigan.
I remember in grammar school, I stumbled across his strange 1975 novel Willard and His Bowling Trophies and being completely enthralled with it. It was my first exposure, so to speak, of a quasi-dadaist literature.
The very sight of the book’s cover causes certain neurons to fire in my brain, triggering a generalized memory of those early years. A time-trip to my youth.
