Book Club

I love Tom Robbins.

The author.

I read "Another Roadside Attraction" a few times a year, I love it so much. (It's the one about the couple that lives in the Skagit Valley in a hot dog stand\roadside zoo and their friend, who works for the Vatican's secret police, finds the mummified body of Jesus in the catacombs after an earthquake. And then it pontificates on what would happen when Christians had the resurrection rug pulled out from underneath them.)

You know the one.


I am currently re-reading "Skinny Legs and All" (the one about a purple sock, a painted stick, a conch shell, a can of pork and beans and a silver spoon on a journey from a cave in Utah to Jerusalem. Oh, and don't forget the part about the Arab and Jew opening a restaurant (Isaac and Ishmael's) across the street from the UN...... That is integral to the plot.)

So, anyway.... I have read this excerpt over and over the past few days:

"One tended to lose one's bearings in the presence of willful and persistent acts of craziness, and the more gentle the act, the crazier it seemed, as if rage and violence, being closer to the norm, were easier to accommodate."

It just strikes a cord with me somehow....