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3.51 AVERAGE
3.51 AVERAGE
Rambling lists and mirror visions, talking tigers and insomniac strolls: that's what [b:In Watermelon Sugar|46182|In Watermelon Sugar|Richard Brautigan|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1482476781s/46182.jpg|1388157] is made of. Like its titular substance, these simple, saccharine ingredients are surprisingly versatile in the right hands.
Read as part of the Popsugar Reading Challenge 2019, prompt #10 A book with POP, SUGAR, or CHALLENGE in the title
surreal, beautiful, inimitable. some lines which truly fucked me up rly bad, below:
trigger warning which is a spoiler:one of the quotes enclosed below is about hanging/suicide
the "My Name" segment is incredible. i can't type the whole thing out because too much work, but... "Perhaps it was raining very hard. That is my name." wow.
"We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love." — i'm pretty cynical about male authors writing straight sex, but brautigan's ok at it; not gratuitous, which is the best i can ask for considering i hate reading straight sex
"I read the note and it did not please me and I threw it away, so not even time could find it." - such a gentle and clever turn of phrase but goddamn, savage
pauline's "you're an asshole" line is the funniest moment in the entire book; most of the humor in the book is rather subtle but this one had me completely losing my shit, which takes a lot of skill considering how terrifying and gruesome and surreal that scene is!
"She took the loose end of the scarf and tied it to a branch covered with young apples. She stepped off the branch and then she was standing by herself on air." this reminds me of a line in hannah gamble's article "the average fourth grader writes better poetry than you (and me, too)," where one of her fourth graders wrote the line "my brother went down to the river / and put dirt on" to describe the death of her brother. it is so simple and tragic and utterly fucking destroyed me. i read it like five times over
"Her neck was at a wrong angle and her face was the color of what we learn to know as death." - oh, god. holy shit.
"Tomorrow the sun would be black, soundless. The night would continue but the stars would not shine and it would be warm like day and everything would be without sound." what an incredible way to convey grief
such a whimsical and brilliant work, so many feelings, so wonderfully vivid and confusing
trigger warning which is a spoiler:
the "My Name" segment is incredible. i can't type the whole thing out because too much work, but... "Perhaps it was raining very hard. That is my name." wow.
"We walked back to iDEATH, holding hands. Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love." — i'm pretty cynical about male authors writing straight sex, but brautigan's ok at it; not gratuitous, which is the best i can ask for considering i hate reading straight sex
"I read the note and it did not please me and I threw it away, so not even time could find it." - such a gentle and clever turn of phrase but goddamn, savage
pauline's "you're an asshole" line is the funniest moment in the entire book; most of the humor in the book is rather subtle but this one had me completely losing my shit, which takes a lot of skill considering how terrifying and gruesome and surreal that scene is!
"She took the loose end of the scarf and tied it to a branch covered with young apples. She stepped off the branch and then she was standing by herself on air." this reminds me of a line in hannah gamble's article "the average fourth grader writes better poetry than you (and me, too)," where one of her fourth graders wrote the line "my brother went down to the river / and put dirt on" to describe the death of her brother. it is so simple and tragic and utterly fucking destroyed me. i read it like five times over
"Her neck was at a wrong angle and her face was the color of what we learn to know as death." - oh, god. holy shit.
"Tomorrow the sun would be black, soundless. The night would continue but the stars would not shine and it would be warm like day and everything would be without sound." what an incredible way to convey grief
such a whimsical and brilliant work, so many feelings, so wonderfully vivid and confusing
A sweet, delicate, little tale that made me hunger for fruit and quiet moments.
Interesting and engaging writing style, but a little too weird & avant garde for me. I feel like fans of Nightvale would really like this.
Sweet & surreal.
Favorites:
"The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen."
"We made a long and slow love."
"Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love."
Favorites:
"The heart is something else. Nobody knows what's going to happen."
"We made a long and slow love."
"Hands are very nice things, especially after they have travelled back from making love."