I’ve just finished reading Trout Fishing In America by Richard Brautigan.
A surreal journey if ever there was one. He is the unheralded writer of the Beat Generation who went on into the 60s counterculture but never quite fitted anywhere. I find his quirky books a breath of fresh air.
This book is a series of vignettes that form pictures in the mind. They are elusive and unsettling, possessing an unreality quality and yet grounded in the everyday. Some of his metaphors were so strange they were somehow disturbing.
I enjoyed it. It leaves me wondering.