![]() “ The normal rectal temperature of a hummingbird is 104.6.” I recommend you read the book to piece together these trivia tidbits, to see life-perhaps for the first time-in all its brilliant, irreverent wholeness. Of course, these excerpts are just blurred passing cars on the Tom Robbins highway. Every page contains a secret that cannot be kept to oneself. If all this sounds too much like a cheesy New York Times book review written minutes before deadline, then just remember this: you will want to share each metaphor, each random fact, with the nearest literate person, annoying them to no end. Also, there is a whole stockpile of interesting material for dinner parties and debates with bullhorn evangelists at public universities. The longer, winding paragraphs arrive to a deep, mysterious reservoir that is the flavor of the life you seek, pulling you from the familiar, making you want to break down walls not stack them higher, to push electric currents through the brain’s untraveled back alleys, to build inwards instead of out and upwards, all in the name of truth, self-improvement, and a more humanist (though sarcastic) world view. ![]() ![]() His short sentences jab at your conscience and call you a ninny if you back down. ![]() Robbins’ writes from a place where its normal to consider the ridiculous. Reading Robbins at mountain get-away outside Talca, Chile ![]()
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