A review by moshikami
Even Cowgirls Get the Blues by Tom Robbins

2.0

Tom Robbins is a talented author with a strong grasp of the English language, however, he often uses his skill set to follow tangents describing bumble bee rectal temperatures and philosophical ramblings throughout a book about a hitchhiking, white trash girl with long thumbs who just wants to be free, man, and copulates with the various, self-named "cowgirls" of the Rubber Rose Ranch, a women's retreat owned by a flamboyant douche magnate called "The Countess"............ yeah.............

There were a few nuggets of wisdom amidst his scrawling, and the book is refreshingly self-aware at times. For example, after interrupting the story by going on a hippy-dippy tangent about magic, Robbins interrupts himself by stating:

Hmm. The author can sense that Chapter 100 displeases you. Not only does it interrupt the story, it says too much and says it too didactically. Well, a book about a woman with sugar-sack thumbs is bound to be a bit heavy-handed.

Though Robbins is arrogant AF, he is an intelligent author, so I gave this book an extra star. The majority of the book I found to be a slog to get through. I didn't care about the characters or the story, and was constantly annoyed by the author's asides. I don't totally regret reading this book, but I probably would only recommend it to someone well-versed in the American hippie movement.