It was a bright, defrosted, pussy-willow day at the onset of spring, and the newlyweds were driving cross-country in a large roast turkey.
The turkey lay upon its back, as roast turkeys will; submissive, agreeable, volunteering its breast to the carving blade, its roly-poly legs cocked in a stiff but jaunty position, as if it might summon the gumption to spring forward onto its feet, but of course, it had no feet, which made the suggestion seem both empty and ridiculous, and only added to the turkey’s aura of goofy vulnerability.
Boomer loves Ellen Cherry and he makes her a turkey RV to prove it. She falls for it and marries him. They escape small town Virginia and head west for a time before settling in New York City so Ellen Cherry can pursue her career as an artist. Only it’s not Ellen Cherry that becomes the star, it’s Boomer and his turkey RV.
This sounds like a simple storyline, but it is full of crazy people, and, well, utensils, canned goods, clothing, and objects of nature. Yes, there is secondary storyline where a stick and shell are trying to make their way back to Jerusalem after hundreds of years in American exile. And they receive help from a spoon, sock, and can of beans. And there’s also Uncle Buddy, who is trying to start World War III in Israel so that Jesus will return.
It is quirky and the writing is fun and smile-worthy. As far as the story, well, I wasn’t all that interested. It took me way too long to get through this one to recommend it. And I really did not like the last part of the book, lots of personal views just thrown out there with zero to do with the story. I don’t care about Robbins’ enlightened views of money, government, or religion.
I expected to enjoy it more and wonder if it’s where I am in life right now. I don’t have huge chunks of time to read and maybe the 20-30 minutes a few times a week weren’t enough to make this one work. Or maybe I have mommy brain 🙂 I know I need to keep reading or it will go to mush! I might give Robbins another try in a few years.
“Don’t expect profundity; it’s more of a play date for the mind, or a hot chocolate and blanket on a grumpy day kind of book.” Mille
“Because I love Tom Robbins.” Carol