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Check nearby libraries Library. Share this book Facebook. February 14, History. An edition of The Tokyo-Montana express He drives by the Tastee-Freez, speculates on the person working there, but does not investigate further, does not approach, good neighbour like, to ascertain whether the place is perhaps being robbed. As always—this is a book of transpacific travel, after all—he is already en route so e pla e else e e ti e I d i e. The lo g i te o ths of Mo ta a a e backdrop and content, to be endured for the sake of the writing perhaps companionship of the Mo ta a ga g notwithstanding.

The community anchors the individual as much as he prefers to be on its margins, distant from town, off fishing from his youth a sense of sustenance for Brautigan , drinking with literary friends, several of whom have or had already become world-fa ous, i h, pe ipateti.

This is the diale ti of u h of B autiga s iti g: to belong at a distance. It is of course part of the dream of the American West, to light out for the Territory, whether or not one gets to do so, and for no matter how long.

This is more than country to move through, but less real to the narrator than presumably to the Tastee-Freez employer. In highlighting internationalism and trans-Pacific connections which his fame projects for him, the story yet manages to keep that connection to the local, making it realistic in the sense than an internationally known novelist with money in the bank and several other places to live might find difficult to forge meaningful for both pa ties elatio ships ith a s all usi ess o e ith fe e hoi es of eside e.

I the West, ote Scottish MP [later Viscount] James Bryce at the end of the 19th e tu , the e is little disti tio of lasses though g eat dispa it of ealth Brautigan may have come from a disadvantaged background, but was propelled into wealth and at least counter-cultural status by Trout Fishing and the stories published in Rolling Stone that year and into But if his finances established a centrifugal impulse, it is important to note that this is a productive tension, and to point out, contra Paul Stuewe, that Express is not formed of a g a ag of u o e ted p ose f ag e ts as ue adi g as a o el The Joys of Jersey.

There are many rolling imbrications of the ate ial a oss sto ies ithi the olu e. I et ee , p esu a l a si ple sto e-owner concerned about his stock in the depth of winter.

The presentation of the a i Light has yet in common with that of the fo e that the a ato is ot i uisiti e a out hi : it s ot i po ta t to p o ide fu the details. With the latter, the presentation hints at a grounding in mundane tasks, looking after laying the ground work for the future rather than, as the narrator stops himself doing, embedding oneself in the past.

Happiness is not the issue—mono no aware again—since there are shoes to be bought the businessman ; food to be prepared the Japanese housewife ; stocks to check, stories to write and books to p o ote. The significance of man is that he is insignificant and is aware of it Be ke , Progress A contentment of sorts can be found in such an awareness. The te pe of the West the title of B e s hapte la perhaps, in the s, some 50 years later when Brautigan was born in Tacoma, and lies even today, in a need for repetition of those reasons to 2 Peter Coyote names Brautigan as a friend from the Digger years Sleeping and gives a few snapshots of their relationship.

Coyote, of course, went on to Hollywood fame and the role of three different US Presidents. Quoting the op-ed in his volume The United States: An Experiment in Democracy, Ca l Be ke lai s that Weste e s sho a marked tendency to estimate material conditions in ter s of thei futu e possi ilities - a d that the look ith suspi io o the spe ulati e spi it.

While the se o d lai a see fa f o B autiga s st le, given its characteristic surrealist flourishes, these touches may be a shelter from the storm of reminiscence, a making light of a childhood sentiment of marginality by projecting and seeming to relish it. He does rein in speculation across these three stories and does gesture towards the future though the enjoyment of a very real, if fluid a d o su e isti good, o fi i g hi self to the ste lai that he is ot kiddi g a out the oddly-named Grasshopper shake or more a twitch.

He is similarly reflective, but unemotional, about the light: thi ki g a out it, a puzzle. Given that Brautigan had recently published a dete ti e o el, Dreaming of Babylon, the investigative stance is not misplaced, and the lonely diner ot u k o as a setti g fo a Gothi Weste if ot of ou se The Hawkline Monster, and even if B autiga pla s ith e ig ati lights i oth Light a d Monster. I o e ti g, as atte pted a o e, the sto ies a ou d Light , it may be objected that I have o itted the ief.

This ea l e a ple of hat is o o e popula l alled flash fi tio o i es the hild s a d the adult s pe spe ti es, a d su essfull e ges e otio al st e gth, dista e, a d a audli te de , ith B autiga s ha a te isti lapida quality which is often reserved for his best poetry: Seventeen Dead Cats When I was twelve years old in , I had seventeen cats. There were tomcats, and mother cats, and kittens. I used to catch fish for them from a pond that was a mile away.

The kittens liked to play with string3 under the blue sky. How did they die? O the occasion chronicled, however, they play insouciantly under a blue—serene, pitiless, empty—sky, under, presumably, the summer sun blue sky being something of a rarity in Eugene at other times of the year which fades in the winter scene of the following story. Again then contra Stuewe, the more we delve into the volume the more like connections are to be found, the more support can be gleaned for Don Ca pe te s ie that Express is the ost po e ful o k [B autiga ] has e e atte pted a d to ad it it s a atte pt is ot to de its po e.

O a o e politi al adult le el, engagement and distance from it are ably conveyed in the final paragraph i pa ti ula of Light : Sometimes when people are talking to me about very important things like President Carter or the Pa a a Ca al a d thi k that I liste i g to the , I eall thi ki g a out the light on at the Tastee-Freez Does such a vacillation depend on the o e e t, the sa do i use of i po ta t , the ge e i se se that Brautigan has here fou d a suita le o je ti e o elati e fo the etu of the su , of su e ,i a i t clime and the realisation that little ignes fatui like this light in the restaurant keep such hopes alive, the sense of quiet and peace associated with such rural diners?

Yet I acknowledge, and think Brautigan would have also, that the Torrijos-Carter Treaties, which stipulated granting control of the Panama Canal o e to the Pa a a ia s e tu s e d, a e i po ta t quotation marks, not s a e uotes , to a k o ledge B autiga s use of the o d. The story is really about distance, but then this disengagement is i pli it i u h of B autiga s work: I am here and you are distant In Watermelon Sugar, opening sentence. I Light, Brautigan places himself off-centre, on the outside looking in, between dark and light, certainty and curiosity, summer and winter, and of course, he e o l i di e tl , gi e the sto s i lusio i the volume, between Montana and Tokyo.

He is o i g I sa a light o as I d o e [ ] a d the di e of course may seem static, except that it too is moving, but only in the pe so a s i agi atio , f o i te to su e and then back to winter: no need to feel sad, o e e feel a thi g, that s ho it is mono no aware again.

Yet I am still not close enough to the story. Another claim of Brautigan to a new readership in the new century: the pleasure of the text, and the readerly dissatisfaction with statements about it, no matter how suggestive and theoretically elaborate. The e is o e less su e i life ith a losed sig o the doo. But how to parse the second sentence just quoted? Summer is closed? One season fewer? Or that life has on it such a sign, that it is itself closed?

The German, French and Russian5 add to B autiga s se te e the pe so al p o ou efo e life. Yet the a ato p esents no such morose, even bathetic self-reflexivity here. B autiga s ph ase su e i life applies e uall to all li i g, all experience, and the writer is but the recorder of the commonplace, and has endured at least to that extent that he can for a while chronicle its passing. B autiga s sto is o e of a ti ipatio , a d se es i miniature not only to show that hope is always open; there is no closed sign on its door.

Reading Brautigan is often considered an act of nostalgia. A celebration of his achievement held at U Cal Berkeley in October , 30 years after his death, seems to have circulated around Brautigan the person, his life and times, as much as the writer.

Michael McClure spoke briefly about Brautigan and the Diggers. Ianthe, B autiga s daughte , gave a touching vignette of her grand-mother: when Ianthe had asked he h he fathe had ot go e to ollege, si e the University of Eugene [sic, i.

Even the new Canongate editions have prefaces by celebrities into middle age, o ite s o i g status f o up a d o i g to esta lished i he as a nod perhaps from the publisher that some buyers are purchasing replacement copies out of nostalgia?

He's retained his whimsicality, but it no longer seems strained. No longer is he trying to outdo Vonnegut, no longer is he trying to create a novel, instead what we get is a book of short prose poems. And they feel right. This seems to be Brautigan's style of choice and it works like a charm. Tokyo-Montana Express is a series of short stories, from a single sentence the brilliant lesson in the anatomy of a story that is the Scarlatti Tilt to longer episodes, with backdrops of Montana and Tokyo, giving a montage of this period of his life.