We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.

[liz_marcs]

Heeeee!

See the title? What author wrote it? Can you tell me what book it came from?

I bet I'll be able to count the number of people on one hand who'll be able to answer either one of those questions.

(Hint: It's from the same book where this quote appears, "We can't stop here. This is bat country!")

I can't tell you how many local indie books stores I tore apart looking for books by this author over the past two weeks. He's all but disappeared off the shelves, even though they're starting to reissue his books in high-quality, hardback bound versions.

[Oddly enough, going to big-box bookstores is actually inconvenient for me because I'd have to go out of my way to get to them.]

Finally, I gave up and have turned to Amazon. I've received the first installment on my order in the form of two hardbound books, one of this lent me the title of this post. *cackles* I can't wait to crack the spine.

You know how in college some people memorized On the Road? Or American Psycho? Or Slaugherhouse Five?

I memorized several books by this author, including the book that lent me the title of this post (it's the first line in the book, in fact).

However, I don't have too many works by this author anymore. Why? Because every time I lend of his books out, I never get them back. I've lost so many due to "borrowing" that I'm down to two of his later (and lesser) works.

I am in the midst of rectifying it even as we speak....

*eyes special edition hardcover of a certain, heavily illustrated book about Hawaii*

Day-um. I think I'm gonna have to ask someone to buy me that for my birthday or Christmas.

And I am never, ever, ever lending books out by this author again. Unless the borrowee signs a promissory note. In blood.

Wheeeeee! I am so excitedly happy. Now I have to resist opening up either one of my books while I'm still at work.

Comments

[rhythmaning.livejournal.com]

I met Kesey when I was a kid - his family stayed with mine for a few days when he was over in the UK publicising "The Electric Kool Aid Acid Test".

[julia-here.livejournal.com]

Cool! I met him a few times over the years- he was visiting artist at Evergreen my first year there, and we were members of a couple of extended social groups -farmers, for the big one (my favorite story of his was "Abdul and Ebenezer" which I heard him read in person in 1978) and old-line rock festival roadies. If I ever get down to West Fir to visit my friend the Guy With Too Many Guitars, I want to stop by and leave something at his grave on the farm.

Julia, my Dad was a logger, and Sometimes a Great Notion is as familiar os the smell of chain oil and doug fir pitch