Revenge of the Lawn, The Abortion, So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away

Revenge of the Lawn, The Abortion, So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away

Richard Brautigan

Language: English

Pages: 544

ISBN: 0395706742

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Three unforgettable Brautigan masterpieces reissued in a one-volume omnibus edition.

REVENGE OF THE LAWN: Originally published in 1971, these bizarre flashes of insight and humor cover everything from "A High Building in Singapore" to the "Perfect California Day." This is Brautigan's only collection of stories and includes "The Lost Chapters of TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA."

THE ABORTION: AN HISTORICAL ROMANCE 1966: A public library in California where none of the books have ever been published is full of romantic possibilities. But when the librarian and his girlfriend must travel to Tijuana, they have a series of strange encounters in Brautigan's 1971 novel.

SO THE WIND WON'T BLOW IT ALL AWAY: It is 1979, and a man is recalling the events of his twelfth summer, when he bought bullets for his gun instead of a hamburger. Written just before his death, and published in 1982, this novel foreshadowed Brautigan's suicide.

The Bridge of San Luis Rey

Collected Stories: Winesburg, Ohio, The Triumph of the Egg, Horses and Men, Death in the Woods, Uncollected Stories (Library of America, Book 235)

The Luzhin Defense (Vintage)

The Call of the Wild















their truck filled with furniture is coming down the road toward the pond. The truck rattled to a stop and they got out. They were not surprised to see me because I was their uninvited houseguest, almost every night. "Hello," they both said in very slow unison that sounded as if it had originated quite close to Oklahoma. It was not a big friendly hello nor was it a little unfriendly hello. I just said a simple hello hello. I think they were still making up their minds about me. I was sort of

it. I saw a draw half-full of trees, sloping down into a valley obscured by rain mist. I hadn't the slightest idea where the valley led to. I'd never been there before and I didn't care. "Where are you going?" the driver said, hardly believing that I was getting out of the car in the rain. "Down there." When he drove off I was alone in the mountains and that was how I wanted it to be. I was waterproofed from head to toe and had some candy bars in my pocket. I walked down through the trees,

in the tunnels and I was catching trout where the tunnels flowed into the big swampy pools. Then I'd have to wade around the pools through deep warm mud. I lost a trout that went about thirteen inches long and that really got my excitement up, so I continued fishing down further and further until I was six swampy pools past the wooden angel bridge when suddenly, out of nowhere, the light just dropped away within a few moments, falling into total night and there I was halfway around the sixth

nothing else that I can do. It's all a God-damn shame." It has just started to rain now outside the library. I can hear it splash against the windows and echo among the books. They seem to know it's raining here in the beautiful darkness of lives as I wait for Vida. Buffalo Gals, Won't You Come Out Tonight? I MUST tell you right now that most of the library isn't here. This building is not large and couldn't begin to hold all the books that have been brought in over the years. The

chair and put it down beside Vida. I sat down in the chair and looked at Vida. She was so alone there in the bed. I reached over and touched her cheek. It felt as if it had just come unconscious from an operating room. The room had a small gas heater that was burning quietly away in its own time. The room had two beds in it and the other bed where the girl had lain a short while before was now empty and there was an empty chair beside the bed, as this bed would be empty soon and the chair I was

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