Serendipity introduced me to the writings of Tom Robbins this year. I vaguely remember having heard of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, but I never would have been able to put the author’s name to the title.
I was searching for an audiobook to listen to, and Mr. Robbins’ memoir, Tibetan Peach Pie, was on the list. The blurb was interesting, so I downloaded it from the library.
From the beginning of the recording, I was hooked. The way that man can play with words made my heart go pitter pat. It was what pushed me to take my fiction writing more seriously. I want to be able to manipulate the language that way. He makes it look effortless, which lets me know that it is really hard.
Less than a month after finishing his memoire, the audiobook of Cowgirls arrived at my new-to-me local library with my name on it. I felt like I already knew the characters from his discussion of them in Tibetan Peach Pie, and this was me being invited into their lives. Normally I don’t want to know anything about a plot line before I start reading – I’m rather obsessed about that, actually – but since the ending wasn’t spoiled I had to give it a try. The memoire was primarily the back story that didn’t make it on to the pages. What a perfect companion!
The weekend before the movers were to show up at my condo, I was on a neighborhood walk and stopped (only to browse I swear!) at a little library. Right up front was Tom Robbins’ first book, Another Roadside Attraction. I went from not knowing his name to having him appearing everywhere! Of course I picked it up – the universe said I had to. That box hasn’t been cracked in our temporary digs, so it will have to wait until we have found our house. Since I know the back story on that one as well, I’m sure it will be worth the wait.
Has the universe ever decided there is an author you needed to read? Or Why is it that once you are thinking of something, you see it everywhere?