Reading any Tom Robbins novel is always an experience. He’s a talented, creative, screwball-sort-of writer. The premises of his stories, the characters that populate them – Robbins definitely applies effort to come with some very interesting situations. “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” certainly fits his mold – there’s a muse-like beauty with a very specific physical attribute who serves as the main character, a missing flock of migratory birds, a ranch taken over by a bunch of rowdy cowgirls, a hill-top shaman, and an approaching-unprofessional therapist. All the characters are well-realized and described. Their story arcs all get proper attention. There’s philosophy, history, mythology, the end of the world, the birth of a new world – as with any good story, no character is the same at the end as they were at the beginning.
One of my favorite parts of Robbins’ writing is the way be plays with words. He comes up with some mighty unusual, wholly appropriate, out-of-left-field analogies and turns-of-phrase…
– “Even the springs, tattletales by nature, resisted all temptation to squeak.”
– “everything IS getting worse. But everything is also getting better.”
– “They made sleepy little noises, like the love cries of angel food cakes.”
– “Violence is the dullard’s Breakfast of Champions,…”
– “Don’t confuse symmetry with balance,” he had answered.
– “…under the same stars, same clouds, same blankets,…Like political candidates, they frequently changed positions.”
– “Religion and politics are unnecessary to the culture – or the individual – that has poetry.”
– “If Sissy is immature, it means she’s still growing; if she’s still growing, it means she’s still alive.”
– “…the man who feels smug in an orderly world has never looked down a volcano.”
– “love is dope, not chicken soup.”