| Richard Brautigan | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| There is a "new" book [1999 - right] of some "undiscovered" writings of his. There is a biography, "YOU CAN'T CATCH DEATH," by his daughter, IANTHE, and a new novel [2000], "AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN." | ![]() |
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| 1935 - 1984 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| If the two poems on this page about loneliness do not move you emotionally, then you should do a quick compassion check. Brautigan committed suicide at age 40, perhaps because he felt too deeply. Read some Jerzy Kosinski (another suicide) and learn how to feel. Apathy kills artistry. |
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| IN A CAFE "I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover." |
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| WIDOW'S LAMENT "It's not quite cold enough to go borrow some firewood from the neighbors." |
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| Brautigan and his daughter, Ianthe | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| POSTSCRIPT "A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author." G. K. CHESTERTON |
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