The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writing by Richard Brautigan came in the mail yesterday. This is a collection of Brautigan's writing from when he was young [21 or so] and unpublished. It sat in a safe deposit box for years until Edna Webster, the mother of his first girlfriend, contacted a publisher.

I'm glad I picked it up. I read it in about an hour while sunning myself in the park yesterday. Some of the work in the collection was amazing, some was solid, and some was still a bit immature, so it was good to see some seminal Brautigan and the hints for what was to come. In some sense it is easier for me to connect with these poems, because Mr. Brautigan is still fresh and his glumness seems only passing. This is in stark contrast to his later work where it is the humor that is only passing, or is only gallows humor.

One more book and I think I'll have just about everything he's written.

3 thoughts on “The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writing by Richard Brautigan

  1. Adam,

    Talk about a blast from the past! For me Richard Brautigan is all about liv­ing in a com­mune out West, eat­ing mi­cro­bi­ot­ic food , adopt­ing a lifestyle and phi­los­o­phy that evolved but nev­er dis­ap­peared it just went un­der­ground mak­ing me a do­mes­tic an­ar­chist.

    Gloom? Never re­al­ly saw it, I thought Ken Kesey was more gloomy,Robert Heinlein of­fered a sur­re­al­is­tic vi­sion and Carlos Castenedas brought in a lot of spir­i­tu­al aware­ness but Brautigan was just fun to read. 

    My fa­vorite was “A Confederate General at Big Sur” but I al­so liked his po­ems and I will be honest…I read every­thing he wrote and loved it! Thanks for the flash­back!

  2. If you have Rommel Drives on Deep Into Egypt, you are my new best friend. I have been look­ing for YEARS for a copy of that book, on­ly to come up emp­ty hand­ed every time.

    Funny thing is, I first came across that book to­tal­ly by ac­ci­dent when a kid in my Poetry Class in high school walked up to me one day and hand­ed it to me say­ing, “Here’s that book you want­ed to bor­row.” I was a wee bit con­fused, as I had not asked to bor­row it, and in fact had nev­er heard of this Richard Brautigan, but I think it was some kind of strange fate.

    Being that I’m a good book bor­row­er with oth­er peo­ple (not li­braries, though), I re­turned it to him af­ter 5 or 6 weeks of con­stant thumb­ing through. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid.

    It’s been 9 long years.…have I fi­nal­ly found some­body else that knows what the hell I’m talk­ing about?

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