Tom Robbins, novelist and Prankster-Filozoph who enchanted and contributed to millions of readers with such adventures as Even cowgile gets blues and Jitterbug perfumeHe died. He was 92 years old.
Robbins’ death was confirmed by his friend, publishing director Craig Popelars, who said the author died on Sunday morning.
Saying a blessed “crazy wisdom”, Robbins published eight novels and memoirs Tibetan peach pie He looked at his dead absurdity world with love, author comments and Zig-Kak story. No one had a wilderness of imagination, whether it gave us a neglected heroin with elongated thumbs Couch or landing of Jesus’s corpse in an improvised zoo in Another road attraction. And no one said a joke about himself: Robbins once described his light, the scratch -drawn sound “as if he was tense in Davy Crockett’s underwear.”
He could understand almost everything but growing up. People magazine would mark Robbins “The perennial child and the wild bloom of Peter Pan from US letters,” who “immersed a pigtail of history into a strange ink and spray his graffiti over the face of modern fiction.”
‘The most interesting boy’
Originally from Blowing Rock, NC, who moved to Virginia and his high school named “The Most Patient Boy,” Robbins could reconcile any narrative in his books with one of his life. The time came when he had to see the proctologist and appeared in the duck mask. (Doctor and Robbins became friends). He liked to remember the food server in Texas who unbuttoned her top and discovered a faded autograph, his autograph.
Or that unusual moment in the 1990s when the FBI sought traces for identity of unabober by reading Robbins’ novel Dead life with Woodpecker. Robbins would claim that two federal agents, both attractive women, were sent to interview him.
“FBI is not stupid!” He loved to say. “They knew my weakness!”
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He also managed to meet several celebrities, partly thanks to a film adaptation Even couchswho played the mind Thurman and Keana Reeves, and on the appearance in the movies as Champion breakfast and Mrs. Parker and the vicious circle. He wrote that Debra was a wing date at the 1991 Academy Award ceremony and almost killed himself at the Oscars afterparty when he was hosing to impress Al Pacina-Progni Cologne. He had happier memories of the hotel report and was recognized by a young, beautiful clerk, who wrapped his work on his work and ignored the man standing next to him, Neil Young.
In Robbins’ novels, the pursuit was everything and he helped in that he had partly caught a wide open spirit in the 1960s because he knew his life so well. He lowered the acid, the eagle shore to the coast, traveled from Tanzania to the Himalayas and continued with friends and foreigners in ways that he did not have the right to survive. He did not rely on current references to mark the time, but to understand the era inside.
“Faulkner had his inbred southern Gothic freak, Hemingway were his European Battalion Fields and Cafes, Melville his new England with his high ships,” he wrote in his memoir, published in 2014. “I finally got on me, a cultural phenomenon as the world had not seen before, since then he has not seen;
His path to writing fiction had his own turbulent, hallucination quality. He was giving up on Washington and the University of Lee (Tom Wolfe was a classmate) who joined the aviation because he did not know what else he would do. He moved to the Pacific northwest in the early 1960s and was somehow assigned to view the opera for the Seattle Times, becoming the first classic music critic to compare Rossini with Robert Mitchum. Robbins would soon find herself on a farce meeting with conductor Milton Katatima, doing the conversation, pretending to work on his own libretto, Gypsy Issaquahnamed after the suburb of Seattle.
“You have to admit he had an opera ring,” Robbins insisted.
‘Best High Nonsense practitioner’
In the late 1960s, publishers heard of his madness and thought he could have a book in him. Doubleday editor met with Robbins and agreed to pay $ 2,500 for what it became Another road attraction. Published in 1971, Robbins’ debut novel sold a little in a hard clearing, despite praise for Graham Green and Lawrence Ferlinghetti, but became a hit in soft cover. Even cowgile gets blues came out in 1976 and eventually sold more than one million copies.
“Read solemnly, with the expectations of conventional coherence, Even cowgile gets blues He will disappoint, “Thomas Leclair wrote in the New York Times.” Entered like a garage sale, passed and chosen, Couch is fun and, like a torn mirror, a mower there, often instructive. Tom Robbins is one of our best practitioners of high nonsense. “
Domestic stability was another extended adventure; One ex -girlfriend complained, “The problem with you, Tom, is that you have too much fun.” He married and divorced twice, and he had three children, before settling with his third wife Alex D’Avelon, who appeared in a movie version Even cowgile gets blues.
Robbins’ other books included Half sleep in frog pajamas,, Fierce invalid home from hot climate and Villa Inkognito. His honors included the Bumbershoot Golden Umbrella Award for lifetime achievement, and was appointed by Writer’s Digest as among the 100 best authors of the 20th century. But he does not nurture her praise more than a letter received from an unnamed woman.
“Your books make me laugh, make me think, make me hidden,” his fan informed him, “and make me aware of all the miracle in the world.”
