Ah, Mr. Brautigan. It has been many years since I have read his work, and I happened to come across this novel in a used book store in town. A story of love, revenge and genital warts as only Mr. Brautigan could tell it.
The story makes no sense, the plot is non-existent, and yet as the short novel comes to a close you cannot help longing for more pages.
Not the best of his work, but love it or hate it, there is no one else that writes like him.