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Richard Brautigan was a literary idol of the 1960s and 1970s whose comic genius and iconoclastic vision of American life caught the imagination of young people everywhere. He came of age during the Haight-Ashbury period and has been called the last of the Beats.” His early books became required reading for the hip generation, and on its publication Trout Fishing in AmericaRichard Brautigan was a literary idol of the 1960s and 1970s whose comic genius and iconoclastic vision of American life caught the imagination of young people everywhere. He came of age during the Haight-Ashbury period and has been called “the last of the Beats.” His early books became required reading for the hip generation, and on its publication Trout Fishing in America became an international bestseller. An indescribable romp, the novel is best summed up in one word: mayonnaise. This new edition includes an introduction by the poet Billy Collins, who first encountered Brautigan’s work as a student in California....

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Trout Fishing in America Reviews

  • mark monday
    2018-12-17 04:14

    I went up to Portland for the weekend to see my friend Trout Fishing in America get married. Portland is a great town and my friend is a great guy. Unfortunately I got the stomach flu or food poisoning or something and so I missed out on all but 45 minutes of his wedding, and on seeing old friends and all the drinking and the strip clubs and the late night Voodoo donuts and the arcade that everyone loves. All of that. So I just sat on the porch of the house we rented. It was a beautiful house and the weather was beautiful too, perfect sitting on a porch weather. The house had a lot of books and I read 5 of them. 5! Still, I was sad to miss out on all the good times with my friends. Trout Fishing in America laughed and said you don’t much like to do those things anyways, you'd rather go it alone and read books so why are you complaining. I said that it feels better when you decline doing something instead of being forced not to do something. Trout Fishing in America said well isn’t that just the story of your life. Trout Fishing in America really gets me.Trout Fishing in America was written in 1967 and it is a unique kinda book. Hadrian describes it as “a laughing walk through forests and as crooked as streams” and I agree with him. It is random and loose and a collection of anecdotes and it doesn’t have a narrative per se but it does have a lot of goofy-smart moments and pleasurably odd bits of insight and fun, off-kilter imagery. Trout Fishing in America is a character in Trout Fishing in America. Richard Brautigan and Trout Fishing in America get along pretty well, I would say they were friends; it is the kind of friendship where Brautigan looks up to Trout Fishing in America, a symbolic kind of friend, one whose footsteps Brautigan tries to follow in. It is a sweet relationship and it is clear that Trout Fishing in America was a great influence on how Brautigan looks at the world. Trout Fishing in America is all over Trout Fishing in America, just everywhere.I’m writing this review and at the same time I’m writing a very technical response to some findings made by the local department of public health. I suppose that is my job, or at least a sizeable portion of it. I like writing, I love it actually, but does technical writing even count as writing? I like some flair in my prose or at least some elegance or some punch and when I put it in my technical writing it looks sorta funny. So I usually take it out again. I’d ask Trout Fishing in America what to do but I know what he’d say: what to do about what? It’s your life. Maybe go fishing. Or on a road trip. You like road trips, right? Trout Fishing in America is all about road trips and the things you see and find and learn about on road trips. Trout Fishing in America is about experiencing all of that and maybe forgetting about some of it too and how that doesn’t matter, life is funny that way, it’s less about what you remember and more about how those things affect you and shape how you look at the world and how you live in it. Your experiences make you you, they may not be deep experiences and you may not remember them all but you have them and that’s who you are and that’s how you are made. I would agree but I’m not sure I completely understand so I can’t explain why I agree. So I’ll just agree and leave it that.The book is seminal and I’m not sure why. It is definitely a pleasing experience and Brautigan has real flair with prose. Probably due to his many years as a poet before writing this book. I will remember this one but I’m not sure what I’m specifically taking away from it. I don’t think Trout Fishing in America will enjoy that comment so I am not going to mention it to him. Actually I don’t think Trout Fishing in America will care. It is what it is, he would probably say. But it is a lovely book. Kind of a hippy book, not a Protest The Man Let’s Start A Love Revolution kind of hippy, more of a Drop Out Of Society And Go On An Endless Road Trip Aren’t Folks Funny kind of hippy. I think that kind of hippy is a lovely kind of hippy. Trout Fishing in America is wry and deadpan and satirical and definitely strange but overall it is mainly a lovely kind of book.Trout Fishing in America made Richard Brautigan really popular, a cult figure and person who was admired by the counter-culture of the time. He became very popular very fast. He was an icon. When he was younger he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and depression, and even had to deal with electroshock therapy. In his career he made sure to switch it up a lot and wrote in different genres, in prose and in poetry. Despite his success and his fame, eventually his depression conquered him and he shot himself. It is a sad ending and I don’t want to think about it too much because it’s, well, depressing. I prefer to remember a phrase he once wrote:"All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds." I think that is an enchanting phrase and Brautigan seems like an enchanting kind of guy.I remember I once went camping with Matt and Trout Fishing in America. It was a good trip and I got really close to those guys. We did a lot a lot of talking around the fire. Matt and Trout Fishing in America went fishing and caught some fish for us to eat. I’m not much of a fisherman so I mainly read in the boat. One time they went fishing right off of a shore and instead I waded in, got in there up to my neck. There were fish all around me and I remember feeling happy that they were safe around me and hoping that they wouldn’t bite me, that maybe they could sense I meant them no harm. The three of us did some hiking too. There was a huge tree that had fallen across a little creek, we crossed over it and just walked through the woods, no trail or anything. We came across a sort of mini waterfall and splashed around in it. I have a picture of Matt leaning into the waterfall, bracing himself with his arms against the rocks almost like he’s about to fuck the waterfall, and he has this funny expression on his face. I remember him saying something like this will be a good picture and I remember me and Trout Fishing in America laughing and saying something like well we all have different ideas about what makes a good picture. Overall I don’t remember a lot of the details but I remember the trip. We talked about it up in Portland. We couldn’t really recall many specifics but we felt it was definitely a good trip. Who cares about the specifics, it’s about what’s left in the mind, how we got to know each other, what we’re left with when the experience is over. I think that’s Trout Fishing in America’s perspective. I guess it’s mine too.“He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.”

  • s.p
    2018-12-04 04:07

    This book is an experience like few else. I could spend pages discussing this book but the following passage contains all the joy of the novel and is a well enough jumping-off point for the imagination and intellect to decipher the nature and importance of this novel that has been linked to the late-Beat generation¹A little ways up from the shack was an outhouse with its door flung violently open. The inside of the outhouse was exposed like a human face and the outhouse seemed to say, 'The old guy who built me crapped in here 9,745 times and he's dead now and I don't want anyone else to touch me. He was a good guy. He bult me with loving care. Leave me alone. I'm a monument now to a good ass gone under. There's no mystery here. That's why the door's open. If you have to crap, go in the bushes like a deer.""Fuck you," I said to the outhouse. "All I want is a ride down the river."I read this gem of a novel in its entirety on the 4th of July, 2013. Something about reading this on America's day of fireworks and independence while bathing in the glorious embrace of a local breweries 6-pack delight has some abstract importance to me that would be bastardized by my attempts to excavate it into concrete language for examination. All I know is that my sun-soaked soon-to-be-hung-over soul soared on a cloud of beauty that drank in each wonderful word from the pages. Particularly the chapter The Hunchback Trout where the narrow creek in which he is fishing is described 'like 12,845 telephone booths in a row with high Victorian ceilings and all the doors taken off and all the backs of the booths knocked out,' transported me back to my teens when my dad would toss me into the car with his fishing gear and plant me into the Two Hearted River in Michigan's Upper Peninsula near where he was born and raised² Standing in the river with hand-me-down waiters that made me look like an overgrown and under-oranged oompa loompa, waiting for the appropriate time to go down stream and downwind so I could fail miserably at flyfishing while lighting up the secret rolled up treasures I'd brought for the weekend. I'm not much of a 'gamesman', but there was always something so empowering and surreal about being miles from civilization and feeling a part of the river and the trees that arched over my head (their spindly limbs being the landing place for many of my casts and causing me to spend half my time trying to get unstuck or untangled instead of actually fly-fishing). I would spend most of the day dreading actually catching a fish as it would mean having to touch it and unhook it and feel the shame and guilt and try not to show that I felt all weepy for hurting the fish in front of my father—a father who missed his calling by being placed into the early 2000's as a flesh-and-blood human instead of appearing as the t.v. father of a 50's sitcom that he really should have been (my friends used to refer to the Penkevich household as Mayberry)—as he beamed with pride and snapped a picture of me holding my catch. Somewhere exists one of these pictures snapped right at the moment that the current caught my legs out from under me and there I am disappearing into the stream with the fish held high above me. These moments are exactly what Trout Fishing in America means to me, and though this is not a novel I'd ever pass to my father, I like to associate the two in my mind and consider that as a sign of respect for a father that I truly appreciate and look up to even if we exist in such different worlds that bring about rifts between us. It is how to experience the idealized Americana moments with your father, even ones that never happened, as the novel reads much like a well-meaning father telling stories around a campfire at night with enough booze in his system to let loose all the sexual escapades and bawdy humor that is necessary for the story.Another episode of my not-worth-writing-about life that somehow fits with the novel and his accounts of tiny rebellions on society is when I had to write my submissions essay for Michigan State University. I had said to a friend 'they don't care what you write, it is how you write' and to prove my youthfully arrogant point I wrote my essay about fly-fishing with my father (the topic was how you view academics and how you have been a helpful part of your society). I got into MSU regardless. I feel Brautigan would have smiled at this tiny rebellion.Yet, somehow all this IS and isn't what this novel is. This novel is also a period of Americana that has been scrubbed away through time. It embraces that beatnik sensibility, the feeling that it is totally normal to stroll through town buried under the influence and ramble at everyone in a state of goodwill and not have the police immediately tossing you into the back of their car and bystanders pulling out their iphones to post the video of some raggedy beardo being manhandled by the boys in blue. This is a novel of good-natured fun that is sure to put a smile on the face of any who read it. I came across this novel after hearing it referenced in the song Tee-Pees 1-12 by Father John Misty, a song that also manages to capture the feeling of this novel. The take-away message here is that Trout Fishing in America is many things, and many things embrace the vibe of the novel while also not being an accurate way to describe it. If anything can be said about this book it is that Trout Fishing in America is all that is fun and good about living, like spending a day in the hot sun reading or drunk in a trout stream, or whatever it is that suits your fancy.4/5 ¹ Did you really think I'd leave a review short and sweet? It's just not in my nature, and I apologize, but I also love to vomit my mind out into half-assed words. I feel labeling Brautigan as a 'late Beat' is an easy label, but one that doesn't serve him proper justice. Not like I have any better label for him, but it is akin to those who also consider Bukowski a Beat poet. The comparison makes sense, yet also misses the mark all at once. ² Hemingway fanatics will recognize this river as the location and title of one of his most famous short stories while beer fanatics will be salivating for the taste of that delicious IPA by Bell's Brewery that I am currently (and probably obviously) imbibing.

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2018-11-29 00:03

    Trout Fishing in America, Richard Brautigan تاریخ نخستین خوانش: دسمامبر سال 2005 میلادیعنوان: صید قزل آلا در آمریکا؛ نویسنده: ریچارد براتیگان؛ مترجم: پیام یزدانجو؛ تهران، نشر چشمه، 1384؛ در 196 ص؛ چاپ دوم 1385؛ شابک: 9643622150؛ چاپ سوم 1386؛ شابک: 9789643622152؛ چاپ پنجم 1389؛ چاپ ششم 1390؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان امریکایی - قرن 20 معنوان: صید قزل آلا در آمریکا؛ نویسنده: ریچارد براتیگان؛ مترجم: هوشیار انصاری فر؛ تهران، نشر نی، 1385؛ در 207 ص؛ شابک: 9643138008؛ چاپ دوم 1385؛ چاپ سوم 1388؛رمان «صید قزل آلا در آمریکا‌‏» نوشته ی «ریچارد براتیگان»، با ترجمه ی جناب: «پیام یزدانجو» را نشر چشمه منتشر کرده است. براتیگان، از نسل نویسندگان دهه شصت هستند، و همین کتاب شاهكار ایشانست. آثار «براتیگان» بازتاب دهنده ی روح زمانه ی زندگی ایشان ست، زمانه ای که درک تازه از دنیای جدید داستانی را، تا همیشه مرهون نسل «براتیگان»ها خواهد ماند. ایشان را نویسنده ای نوگرا، و نامتعارف دانسته اند. با همین اثر بود که اشتهار یافتند. براتیگان در این اثر، به بهترین وجه از نبوغ خویش بهره گرفته، درهای دیگری را به روی ادبیات معاصر بگشوده است، رمان «صید قزل آلا در آمریكا»، نمونه ی ناب و منحصر به فردی، از ادبیات پسامدرن و زاییده ی ذهنی خلاق، خارق العاده و با تخیل تجربی، خیره كننده است. ا. شربیانی

  • Lyn
    2018-12-07 23:56

    OK, well, first of all, it’s not about trout fishing in America.Well, mostly not, sort of, well, see here’s the thing – Richard Brautigan’s very unique 1964 publication blurs the line between prose and poetry, and in the same way that blue sounds a lot like jazz.Yes, the similes.Let’s visit some of Mr. Brautigan’s more bizarre and outlandish similes, and it is here that his readers first notice leaving a well-worn path.“like a famous brain surgeon removing a disordered portion of the imagination”“the flesh about my body felt soft and relaxed like an experiment in functional background music”“the fish taking all the bows like a young Jewish comedian talking about Adlai Stevenson”And there are many, many like these that give the book it’s charming but absurd quality. The book is arranged into dozens of loosely connected vignettes and sketches, many with no apparent theme or notion of why they’re being told. Also, the term “trout fishing in America” can be a person, as in “I went to visit my friend Trout Fishing in America” and it can be a place, a state of mind, and also, sometimes and obliquely, the literal act of trout fishing.Funny? Yes, it can be funny, but for me the laughs came fewer and fewer as I turned the pages and became somewhat tiresome. This was not the Samuel Beckett or Bertold Brecht absurdism, or the drug induced gonzo weirdness of Hunter S. Thompson, but some form of sixties inventive and experimental lyric improvisation, like scat singing.I recently visited Asheville, NC and had a great time, really enjoyed the natural setting, the accessible and ubiquitous beer and the art galleries. I observed in one gallery that although I liked just about everything I saw, I could not discern the distinction between paintings that would be worth $50,000 and another worth $500. Likewise, if I were to sample exquisite wine, I am sure that my palette is not discriminating enough to tell the difference between a very expensive Dom de la Romanee Conti Montrachet Grand Cru cote beaune le Puligny from Burgundy France and one of the fine table wines from Asheville. I am, usually, able to keep my knuckles from dragging the floor when I walk. But my point is that it is very likely that Brautigan’s work is masterful and inspiring and his great literary vision is just lost on me.“He had a photograph taken of Existentialism and himself sitting at a sidewalk café.”

  • Orsodimondo
    2018-11-19 02:58

    RICKY IN THE SKY WITH DIAMONDSPesca alla Trota in America è una novella scritta da Richard Brautigan pubblicata nel 1967. Si tratta di un libro astratto senza una precisa trama, costituito da una serie di aneddoti (ognuno dei quali costituisce un capitolo) con gli stessi personaggi che ricompaiono più volte all'interno delle diverse storie.La foto di copertina della prima edizione: Brautigan insieme all’amica Michaela Le Grand, da Brautigan chiamata la sua musa. Dietro di loro la statua di Benjamin Franklin a Washington Square.Il libro è ambientato in tre luoghi principali: la zona nord ovest degli Stati Uniti (dove l'autore spese buona parte della sua infanzia), San Francisco e nell'Idaho, luogo nel quale Brautigan si era recato a fare un viaggio con la moglie e la figlia.L'espressione "Pesca alla trota in America" è usata con molteplici significati: a seconda del contesto può rappresentare la pesca vera e propria, un hotel, un personaggio, un vecchio barbone, uno stato d'animo e così via. La pesca alla trota diventa, attraverso i vari capitoli del libro, un modo per osservare in maniera critica e dissacrante la società americana contemporanea.Il libro è sicuramente l'opera più famosa di Richard Brautigan, vendendo oltre due milioni di copie negli USA dopo la pubblicazione nel 1967, e diventando un punto di riferimento della controcultura americana. Il libro venne tradotto in italiano solo nel 1989.Un libro così poteva essere scritto solo da uno scrittore così.Tutto quello che precede l’ho letto su e ricopiato da wikipedia.it. Avevo bisogno di qualcuno, o qualcosa, che mi spiegasse. Perché non faccio acidi da diversi anni. E non ho mai mischiato agli acidi alcol, speed, polvere bianca di vario tipo, ecstasy... Prerequisito che mi sembra essenziale per comprendere questo libro.E per goderselo.O se non altro, godersi il cocktail di sostanze.E mi dispiace per quell’amica che si infastidisce quando si dice America al posto di Stati Uniti d’America: per lei l’America è l’intero continente, nord centro e sud. Per gli statunitensi, invece, è risaputo, US=America. E America=US.D’altra parte, secondo me, molti di loro pensano che US=mondo. Non c’è nient’altro, oltre loro.Comunque, qui per America si intende Stati Uniti d'America. E, comunque, queste pagine sono uno spasso: non si capisce niente, ma si gode tutto. I'll have what he had [cit].Richard Brautigan in perfetto stile Washinton Square negli anni Sessanta.Da non prendere sotto gamba: Jack Schmitt, astronauta dell’Apollo 17, diede il nome Shorty (che compare nel romanzo) a un cratere della Luna; a Carpinteria, in California, nel marzo del 1994, Peter Eastman jr, diciassettenne, cambiò il suo nome in “Pesca alla trota in America” (Trout Fishing In America) – adesso vive in Giappone dove insegna inglese; più o meno nello stesso anno, una giovane coppia diede al suo bimbo il nome Trout Fishing In America.La prima copertina del libro si merita addirittura il primo capitolo dove Brautigan disquisisce sul monumento a Benjamin Franklin a Washington Square, San Francisco: ora, come ben sa chi conosce la piazza, il monumento è decentrato, piuttosto piccolo, non bello, nascosto dagli alberi – è proprio l’ultima cosa da notare su quella bella famosa piazza.San Francisco, Washington Square: la statua di Benjamin Franklin è nel boschetto di pioppi.Una volta, mentre m’ero fermato a pulire il pesce prima di tornare a casa, che ormai era quasi notte, ho immaginato di fare il giro del cimitero dei poveri e di raccogliere l’erba, i vasetti di vetro, i barattoli di latta, le tavolette, i fiori appassiti, gli insetti, le erbacce e le zolle e di portarmi tutto a casa dove avrei messo un amo nella morsa e ci avrei legato tutte quelle cose per farne una mosca e poi sarei uscito e l’avrei lanciata su nel cielo per poi osservarla galleggiare sopra le nuvole e infine sprofondare nella stella vespertina.

  • Brian
    2018-12-11 07:15

    Penned at the tail-end of the Beat movement, Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America is his surreal novel on the battle for humanity's soul waged between the high-stakes, ever expanding industrialism of the expiring 20th century and the salad days of nature worshiping 19th century. The opening chapter of the book is fantastic and worth the investment in the novel just for those few pages alone. Even when the surrealism is thick Brautigan never lets go of his reader's hand. He wants us to see the promise of potentiality in both his work and the world at large. He also writes some beautiful sentences, such as:The sheep lulled themselves into senseless sleep, one following another like the banners of a lost army.After finishing this book I looked to find out more of this author and learned that he killed himself in 1984 at the young age of 49. He suffered from clinical depression and paranoid schizophrenia. He once wrote, "All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds."

  • Ian
    2018-12-03 22:55

    Trout Fishing in AustraliaA Richard Brautigan craze started in Australia when I was in secondary school. The focus was "Trout Fishing in America", even if I had already read and preferred "Confederate General from Big Sur".I loved the zany, almost hallucinogenic brevity of his novels. They were as short and stimulating as a good high, and they were funny. They didn't necessarily have a plot, but they were full of acute, though relaxed, proto-stoner observations. Brautigan walked through life, detecting and reflecting on the comic side of absurdity, rather than the despair that was emphasised by the common or garden variety of Existentialism that prevailed in the media. Brautigan seemed to suggest that we should be glad just to exist, to be alive, stoned, immaculate. He looked into the abyss and laughed aloud. And it was infectious. Like nostalgia.After re-reading this novella, I was tempted to reduce my rating to four stars, but what the heck. That wouldn't be in the spirit of Brautigan, who was always generous with his sense of optimism and enjoyment.Below is a pastiche that will hopefully give you an idea of whether he is your kind of thing.P.S. It might help to know that he always wanted to end a novel with the word "mayonaise".What's So Funny about Trout Fishing in America?[Assembled from Fragments of Richard Brautigan's Text]"Trout Fishing in America". What does it mean? Think hard about it for a minute. Why "Trout Fishing in America"? I thought about it for a while, hiding it from the rest of my mind. But I didn't ruin the day by secretly thinking too hard. It exists, like any other book, for no reason other than to amaze me.You might say, it won't do to write about "Trout Fishing in America", but then you might not say that at all. There is a romance about "Trout Fishing in America". Nobody else would have thought of it. Beautiful blondes followed me wherever I went. They were those great cuddly women of the past, wearing those pants they used to wear and those hightop, laced boots. They believed in their own immortality. Could be the fact that we were still alive had something to do with it. Hard to tell. We sat there and drank and talked about books. I can have a couple once in a while. I'm not supposed to, but it won't kill me. Trout fishing is one of the best things in the world for remembering what you read in books. It can also make you wonder whatever happened to the Zoot suit. I guess it was just a passing fad. Like World War II and the Andrews Sisters. During the war I saw a Deanna Durbin movie seven times in Great Falls, Montana. There was a darkness to that theatre different from any theatre I've been in since. Now I live in this place in San Francisco, this strange cabin above Mill Valley. We are a funny bunch, Pard and his girlfriend and Existentialism and me, all living here together. Pard met Existentialism in a sidewalk cafe in Paris, when he became an Existentialist and grew a beard. Now in his late thirties, Pard works at an avant-garde print shop that prints poetry and experimental prose. On the wall of the outhouse is a roll of toilet paper, so old it looks like a relative, perhaps a cousin, of the Magna Carta. I guess that's why Pard calls the outhouse the Magna Crappa.Are we agreed, ladies and gentlemen?"Agreed."What about the mayonaise?"What do you mean, what about the mayonaise?"

  • Hadrian
    2018-12-15 01:19

    Trout Fishing in America is a book about 'half-assed trees', dogs so old they looked stuffed, and men who sell creeks by the yard. Trout Fishing in America is about outhouses, appliances in the woods, and bookstore owners who can tell your future by the type of sex you had with the woman upstairs.Trout Fishing in America is about little boys named Trout Fishing in America, who write Trout Fishing in America in chalk on the backs of first-graders, trout fishing, and doctors who live in the deep woods.Trout Fishing in America is direct, irreverent, blunt, jarring. It may borrow from the Beats, but also from Whitman, and maybe even Twain. It is not linear or straight, and certainly not a novel, but a laughing walk through forests and as crooked as streams it slyly praises. Like many of the great humorists, there is a touch of sad things in here. But this only shows Brautigan's keen touch for how wandering, random, irreverent, boozy life can be.

  • Paul
    2018-12-10 02:04

    Short and completely off the wall; published in 1967 and immediately a success with the counterculture. The favourite book of a number of ageing hippies I have known! It has been compared to Kerouac and Burroughs, but I think that is mistaken; it is a different type of approach to the world. The chapters are short and informal. Trout Fishing in America appears as a person/persons throughout and has spawned at least one modern band and several sets of parents naming their unfortunate offspring Trout Fishing in America. Regarded as a 60s classic, it was actually written in 1961 and I think it has more of a 50s feel to it. Brautigan wrote much of it on a camping holiday with his wife and daughter. That for me is the key, some of the flights of imagination (going to the garden centre to pick up trout streams by the foot with waterfalls, flowers, insects as extras) and the odd names feel like something that a parent might make up for a child; almost a bed time story. Some of the more adult parts seem like later add ons and parts are certainly Brautigan's reflections on life in his America. On the whole it is entertaining and odd, but I think it is as much a story for a child as anything else.

  • Hossein
    2018-12-04 22:56

    پی‌نوشت مترجم از کل کتاب جالب‌تر و جذاب‌تر بودکتاب به فارسی غیرقابل خواندنو برای خواننده ایرانی، غیرقابل فهم استمتن سرشار است از اسامی افراد، مکان‌ها، فیلم‌ها، کتاب‌ها و مجلات و ...شبکه‌ای که فقط برای یک آمریکایی، آن هم یک آمریکایی از نسل براتیگان، معنا می‌سازدشهرت و فروش جهانی کتاب، بیشتر باید یک تب روشنفکری باشداما درباره ترجمهمترجم در عین آن‌که دیگری را برای ترجمه کمونیست به "اشتراک‌گرا" مسخره می‌کندخودش عنوان مجلهlifeرا به زندگی ترجمه کرده استو پمپ بنزینtimeرا به "زمان"در حالی کهpalyboyرا ترجمه نکرده و نوشته: پلی‌بوییا برای ترجمه شهری که با درها ساخته می‌شود، یعنی doorstownنوشته: "درشهر"، آخر چه کاری است؟ شهر درها چه ایرادی دارد؟چرا شهر آجیلی، شهر شکلاتی را قبلا ترجمه نکرده بودند: آجیل‌شهر و ...راستی، هر چند در پی‌نوشت به ترجمه اسامی مکان‌ها اشاره کردهولی من سر در نیاوردم که چرا بایدoakland را به بلوط آباد ترجمه کرددر حالی کهportland را به "بندرآباد"(!) ترجمه نکرده و نوشته پورتلندهم‌چنین اکثر پانویس‌های مترجم بی‌فایده‌اندیعنی آن ارتباط معنایی را که باید در متن روشن کنند، نمی‌کنند!!!اگر کسی این کتاب را نخوانده، نخواندمگر این که دلیل خاصی برای خواندن‌اش داشته باشد

  • Mohammad Sadegh Rafizadeh
    2018-12-07 01:17

    بسیار ناامید کننده، یک سری یادداشت های پراکنده که هیچ شباهتی به داستان نداشت، نوشته هابه شدت شخصی بود و برای من هیچ مفهومی نداشت، پر از اسم ها و شوخی هایی که برای یک آمریکایی قطعا جذابه ولی برای من فقط یکسری حرف های درهم برهم بود،این که تو کتاب فروشی روی میز با یکی سکس کنی و بعد صاحب کتاب فروشی یکسری مزخرفات تحویلت بده و موضوع تموم بشه یکی از شوخی های مسخره ای بود که فقط بدرده خود آمریکایی ها می خوره نه بدرده من.در مجموع مدتی بود چنین شاهکار مزخرفی نخونده بودم.و مثل همیشه این سوال پیش میاد که آیا لزوما هر شاهکاری و باید ترجمه کرد؟

  • Erik Graff
    2018-12-04 01:15

    Although my life was not very pleasant from the time of moving to Park Ridge in fifth grade until the beginning of high school, things began to pick up by the sophomore year. I joined the Social Science Society at school,a club dominated by older students who were predominately bookish and left-leaning. I made my first real friends, Rich Hyde and Hank Kupjack, both of whom also belonged to Tri-S.Things got even better by the junior and senior years. It was the end of the sixties and what had happened on the coasts years before was beginning to penetrate the Chicago suburbs. We were a minority to be sure, but Maine South with over four thousand students, a minority can be pretty large.The suburban counterculture was seen as comprising three overlapping groups. All thought of themselves as different and most felt some kinship, if not identification, with the others. The largest group, numerically speaking, were those who took illegal drugs and weren't ashamed of the practice. Indeed, some were quite knowledgeable, quite serious. Virtually no one took dangerous or addictive drugs. Pot and the hallucinagons were the substances of choice. Although there were a few drinkers, we probably drank a lot less than average students or the generations before or after ours. Drink was not serious. A second group may have been peculiar to our town. It was the earliest that had a self-professed identity. They called themselves, among other things, "the Meek" and had a particular interest in the arts. Naturally, the arts they publicly identified with were not those normally judged to be fine arts, but rather performance works which they did themselves, shows that they put on themselves, books by authors out of the mainstream, experimental stuff, cutting-edge stuff. I made a lot of friends in that group, a couple of them being the first self-professed homosexuals I'd ever met. The third group were the politicals. Although most of us, for this was my primary self-definition, were at least "informed by Marxism", and almost all were students very interested in and sympathetic to what the general society would have called "leftist", a couple of "us" were actually libertarians of one sort or another. The decisive thing, other than personality, was being radical, questioning the status quo.Now-a-days, and even then if one relied on Life Magazine for information, people think the sixties counterculture was physically identifiable by hairstyle and clothing. This was certainly not the case with us. I probably got my first bellbottoms after Dad did in the seventies. Likewise, few guys had long hair until it became fashionable. If anything, we just worried less about how we looked and resented the tyranny of fashion (or, to we in the third group, "commodity fetishism").So, who did we read back then? The books that circulated widely among my friends, the books I read because my friends recommended them, were by such as Herman Hesse, Kurt Vonnegut, Leonard Cohen, Peter Ginsberg, Hunter Thompson, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Timothy Leary, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Albert Camus, Paramahansa Yogananda, Mohandas Gandhi, Friedrich Nietzsche, John Lily and, of course, Richard Brautigan.Tom Kosinski was the one who recommended Brautigan as I recall, but if it hadn't been him it would have been another, so popular was the author in our circles. And why? Well, generally he's very, very funny. He even looked funny, especially considering that he was a grown man. He smoked pot. He celebrated the odd ball, the eccentric, the ones rejected by or rejecting of normative culture. I loved him and read one of his books after another.At his best, still now, the Kosinski reminds me of him.

  • M. Sarki
    2018-11-24 03:53

    Though I do believe this book was extremely important in its time I am not convinced it is any longer. I did enjoy rereading it as it brought back old and pleasant memories of a time first-called The Generation of Love. Richard Brautigan, after years of writing poetry and learning how to write a good sentence, made this first stab at composing a version of what he would come to call his very first novel. This first work made the rounds of many publishers and was pretty much shelved for other titles of Brautigan such as his second novel A Confederate General from Big Sur that was loosely based on a friend of his and was more "plot driven" than Trout Fishing in America. Of course, we all know that this, his actual first novel, is what made him famous and led to his enormous fame and fortune that could not last nor endure his depressive state that was never far from present throughout his entire life of forty-nine years. A clever first book, often brilliant in spots, with sounds resembling the best lyrics of a young Bob Dylan who was also in process of finding his own voice in that same time along the by-ways of America.

  • Jeremy
    2018-12-11 02:57

    This book is the best book on Trout Fishing in America. You don’t need to read anything else. If you want to Trout Fish in America, I can highly recommend it. There are trout in it. There is fishing in it. There is America in it. And there is ‘in’ in it. You can’t ask for more than that. Some people will tell you that the book is not about Trout Fishing in America. When they do that, just smile and nod. Don't argue with them. Treat them like you would a very small child telling you that they don't believe in custard.I learnt about hooks and poles and line. I learnt about trout. Everything I know about trout, I pretty much learnt from this book. I knew they were fish, and tasty, but that was about it. I already knew a bit about America. Not much. I’ve never been there, but I swim in the same streams, and I did learn a little bit more about America than I did before having read Trout Fishing in America. America has a lot more trout in it than I thought it might have had. And I had seen some Trout Fishing in America in movies. Usually some old guy in funny trousers. In American movies. And I know a lot about ‘in’. I’ve been ‘in’ lots of things. Like a house and a box and a womb and a tin shed and a vagina and a pub and a car and a fix and a salad and a pool and a bright shiny bee hive. And if I haven’t, why haven’t I? I’ve never done a review of Trout Fishing in America. This is the first time I’ve done one. It feels like my woman squeezing my shoulders before she tells me that dinner’s ready. She said ‘this is looking good’. She’s looking in the oven. She’s waiting for the cheese to brown. She just put the grill on. I mean, it has been done to death, like a broken spring in a watermelon. Reviews tend to be the worst examples. But there’s still something about Trout Fishing in America that pulls a line. That’s a metaphor. That’s a metaphor.‘Would you like to come and eat?’‘Yes.’When I was in first grade, one of the bigger boys wrote Trout Fishing in America on my back. I didn’t know what it meant. I couldn’t read it. Not properly. Like I knew the letters, but I didn’t know what it meant. But I liked it. The older boys did it and they seemed to know what they were doing. My mother got upset about it, so then I felt bad. Maybe Trout Fishing in America was a bad thing? I thought it was bad and I said, ‘Trout Fishing in America’, I said. ‘Trout Fishing in America, you are a bad, bad thing. You are a cliché. And, then, you are a cliché.’But then I read that Trout Fishing in America was dead. No more of this Trout Fishing in America. There was a .44 Magnum involved and the caliber of a firearm had been explained to me in the army. I knew what it meant. The idea of it was like a bright tomato salad sliding down the face of a Mount Rushmore. Not a tuna salad. Not with mayonaise.

  • Cosimo
    2018-12-07 01:17

    A meno che non siate un coyote“Il cervo non deviò dal suo percorso. Continuava a correre dritto verso di me, ben dopo avermi visto, erano già passati un secondo o due. BENG! BENG! Avrei potuto allungare la mano e toccarlo, ma lui si allontanava. E correva attorno alla casa, facendo il giro attorno al cesso, e il cane subito dietro di lui. Sono spariti in cima alla collina, lasciandosi dietro una scia di carta igienica srotolata e impigliata fra i cespugli e i rampicanti. Dietro ancora c'era la cerva. Ha preso la stessa strada, ma non era così veloce. Forse le erano rimaste impigliate delle more. “Ehi!” gridai. “Adesso basta, però! Non sto mica vendendo giornali!”. La cerva si fermò, si voltò e scese, girando attorno all'eucalipto. Ecco, era così che andava avanti la vita, giorno dopo giorno. Mi alzavo appena prima che quelli arrivassero. Mi alzavo per vederli come faccio per l'alba e il tramonto. Rendendomi conto che erano sulla loro strada”.L'immaginazione malinconica di Brautigan attraversa zone selvagge e incontaminate, muove i propri passi dalla nostalgia per un'innocenza smarrita alle soglie di una fantasia multiforme fondata sull'assurdo e il nonsense, verso la costruzione di una memoria che è oralità amichevole e fraterna, resoconto di un viaggio poetico. Mentre si leggono queste brevi narrazioni informali e sorridenti, si prova la sensazione di giocare senza regole, di riscoprire un modo di essere del linguaggio meno pragmatico, organizzato e regolato, ispirato ad uno spirito artistico primario, surrealista e irrazionale. In questi aneddoti astratti c'è il desiderio di autenticità, c'è la fraternità e l'idea delle cose semplici, dirette, immediate. Tra ironia e utopia, il legame con la natura (Little Redfish River, Big Lost River) è permeato di tristezza perché comparato alla modernità nelle sue espressioni ciniche, negative e alienanti. La genuina allegria e la comicità amara di Pesca alla trota in America rappresentano il tentativo di assumere una relazione più fruttuosa e equilibrata con il reale, dopo un passato esiziale e distruttivo che ha lasciato il segno di una disperazione anarchica; il libro è incantevole e incongruo, commuove e disorienta, offre a piene mani purezza di sentimento e finzione di verità. Come un sogno, è un dialogo essenziale tra sensibilità e concretezza, in libera associazione: beat e lunatico, fino alla fine, fino al fondo del fiume.

  • Taylor
    2018-12-15 01:16

    Finished this a few weeks ago, and would have much sooner, but I actually stopped reading it for a week 10 pages from the end, because I really wanted it to linger, though the good news is that it's short enough that I will probably reread it sooner/more frequently than some of my other favorites.The kind of book that I loved without entirely knowing why, but a few highlights:--Brautigan is from Tacoma, Washington, and I am from Washington, and started this on my way back from my vacation there, so I was somewhat predisposed to want to like it.--The setting is the PNW and Northern California, which is my favorite region of the country, so again, predisposed...--Brautigan has a sort of dry, matter-of-fact sense of humor, dovetailed with a sort of absurdity, in a way that reminded me of British humor, except a down-and-out, drunk and poor version, and way less uptight.--Also reminded me a bit of Bukowski, but I don't really know why, because Brautigan is much more subtle/introverted, and subtlety was not Bukowski's thing, so maybe just the boozy, California aspect.--Basically a touch of all sorts of things I like in literature; compelling characters, a good sense of humor, a touch of the absurd/random, the occasional dash of magical realism, a setting near and dear to my heart (the West), and that something you just can't put your finger on.

  • Amirabbas Baharfar
    2018-11-21 22:53

    مایونز!

  • Ju$tin
    2018-12-03 00:21

    First half = 4 starsSecond half = 2 stars Book = 3 stars /shrug

  • Ksenia (vaenn)
    2018-12-01 01:22

    Бротіґан українською - цього вже достатньо, щоби випити пива за здоров'я вітчизняного книговидання (хоча пива я не п'ю, хм, невдобно якось виходить). Щось я забагато останнім часом пишу про книжки, починаючи та закінчуючи словом любов - як оно з Аткінсон було - але ніде правди діти. Тексти цього чувака люблю, нехай і дивною болісною любов'ю. Богемка, складні стосуночки, повсякчасні згадки про проституцію та цікаві свинства творців тієї доби - люди жили весело, але закінчували здебільшого так, що "Не намагайтеся повторити трюк в домашніх умовах" буде гарною життєвою настановою. Та якщо казати виключно про тексти, то я у Бротіґана люблю цей ненав'язливий зсув реальності, що творить інші, замкнені на себе, практично інкапсульовані, химерні світи із шматів такого нудного повсякдення, що аж диво бере. Тут Ловля форелі в Америці тусить під пам'ятником Франкліну, старенький букініст влаштовує дивні перепихони незнайомцям, кота звуть номер 208, Гітлер пасе вівці, сільський нужник стає пам'яткою епохи, а сімейна подорож із малою дитиною перетворюється на Одіссею з вилову найамериканськіших форельок."Опівдні ми рушили до Лейк Джозефус, що на краю Айдахської Глушини, а він попрямував у пошуках Америки, яка часто буває лиш місцем у голові".Зате клює в тому місці гарно.

  • Trin
    2018-11-27 23:07

    Okay, I’ll admit it: I don’t get it.I may need to start singing the “Small World” song, however, as I happened to notice that this book is dedicated to someone named Ron Loewinsohn. “Huh,” I thought. “I had a professor at Berkeley named Ron Loewinsohn. I wonder if it could be the same guy?”Two minutes of Wikipedia research reveals: yup! Same dude! Apparently he and Brautigan were good friends back in the day. Many years later, Loewinsohn is vying for the title of my favorite college professor. (It’s between him and an enthusiastic Irishman who wore waistcoats all the time and liked to talk about his Jane Austen fanfiction. That Loewinsohn’s neck-and-neck with this guy shows what an awesome lecturer he was.) Now I’m tempted to write him an email. Maybe something like, “Hi, not sure you remember me—I wrote that essay on Huckleberry Finn you really liked? Just wanted to say thanks for being such a great teacher. P.S. PLEASE EXPLAIN RICHARD BRAUTIGAN AND TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA TO ME. I DON’T GET IT.”I’m sure that would go over well.

  • Dan
    2018-11-30 04:57

    Richard Brautigan's easy-going, beyond informal style should be the easiest thing in the world for today's internet-saavy to read - the freestyle association, onomatopoeia, and occasional anthropomorphism fits right in with any lolcats-humorist. In his most famous work, Brautigan fires off tiny snippets of genius with Trout Fishing in America inserted as whatever concept or person he focuses on. Occasionally, he ties some of the concepts together on a whim. Amidst all this very 60's attitude and writing style, Brautigan finds time to settle into scenes like "Worsewick, a beautiful vignette of hideously real sexuality and descriptive language that puts emphasis on the least notable of details, all to add up to the most comprehensive picture possible because of it. Elsewhere in "Hotel Trout Fishing In America" he crams a wholeWinesburg, Ohio into one crappy hotel, and a significantly lower number of pages. Whether its fishing, winos, recipes, sex, terrorists, or a doe with a head full of strawberries, Brautigan's voice sweeps it all up with you included.

  • Roy Kesey
    2018-12-13 07:13

    Genius book. Astounding turns, one after another. Only a few bits of the language have gone a bit dated. I used two of my favorite sentences as part of the little machine-built-of-epigrams at the beginning of Any Deadly Thing. Another favored bit:"The old drunk told me about trout fishing. When he could talk, he had a way of describing trout as if they were a precious and intelligent metal."

  • Karenina
    2018-11-22 03:58

    Un'immersione nella controcultura degli anni '60, solo per "lucide menti aperte", folle e poetico viaggio in un'America visionaria con il probabile aiuto di qualche supporto psichedelico e forse, per dirla con De Gregori, "non c'è niente da capire"...

  • Brian
    2018-12-07 04:03

    This is the first time I've met Trout Fishing in America. And although I fished almost everyday in my youth and caught hundreds of Trout, I never realized that the guy with me was Trout Fishing in America. We'd always stop at Ledet's Supermarket and buy bread, ham, and a small jar of mayonnaise on our way to the trout rooms. We'd sit in our small boat with corks bobbing in the room and eat ham sandwiches. We'd look at the sky and see rabbits, angels, or toaster ovens in the clouds. And we'd appreciate the freedom to sit in a little boat with corks bobbing and eating ham sandwiches... with mayonnaise.This book is a travel book of sorts. It reintroduced me to America. And streams. With trout. In another time. Trout Fishing in America is alright.I remember mistaking and old woman for a trout stream in Vermont, and I had to beg her pardon.'Excuse me,' I said. 'I thought you were a trout stream.''I'm not,' she said.

  • Ned
    2018-12-11 00:18

    Either I've outgrown or forgotten the beats or this isn't truly representative. I can't seem to return to Kerouac, having tried Dr. Sax recently, though I loved his early books when I read them in my youth. Burroughs too, the autobiographical ones especially. Trout Fishing in America reads like poetry, an overdose of metaphor, possibly fueled with hallucinogens. A statement about commercialization and the loss of nature to technology. I appreciate that, its just that this slender volume did not tickle my fancy to a great extent. The self absorption of that era bleeds through, the privilege of complacency. But the culture of San Francisco and the wanderings upstream in trout streams were my favorite sections. The cuteness factor was ponderous to me, like Vonnegut without the humor. Glad I read it, but won't reach for more Brautigan.

  • Darwin8u
    2018-11-21 03:02

    I missed TFiA when I went through my first Beat/proto-Hipster/Petite bourgeoisie phase when I was 17. I loved the geography of this book, the narrative poetry, the sense of place and people. I can see how a book like this can burn naively hot and then stall for awhile. Keep the kids from away from abstract novellas. Reading parts to my woman, she was absolutely not surprised he was friends with Trout Fishing in America City Lights. Life, poetry, trout fishing and mayonnaise are all just a bit messy in the end.

  • Philippe Malzieu
    2018-12-09 02:54

    After the confederate general, it's the second novel of the book. I have a particular memory of this book, something light and funny, certainly hilarious. And the mistake is understood. I saw in this book only its humoristic dimensions, His characters are picturesque, modest poor, but full of inventiveness. It was a kind of Huckberry Finn adult but but inferior of its modelBut it is quite different. Brautigan rises with equal of Twain. He dynamites the style and he draws another geography of USA. The American trout become a myth like Marylin or Jacqueline Bouvier.

  • Edward
    2018-11-16 23:22

    I'm not really sure what this short book was about, except that I can say for certain that in some way it was about Trout Fishing in America. But then what is Trout Fishing in America? Is it a person, a pastime, a place, a proxy for life, the universe and everything? Maybe. Or maybe it's just some dude talking shit. Either way, it's whimsical, amusing, poetic shit, and like actual shit, it is probably best taken for what it is and not examined too closely.

  • Sheyda Dehghan
    2018-11-28 05:56

    داشتم به این فکر میکردم که اولین ناشری که این مزخرفاتو چاپ کرد میبایست دل بزرگی داشته باشه! اما فرق اساسی مزخرفات براتیگن با مزخرفات نویسنده های آبکی در اینه که براتیگن تمام وجودشو، تمام احساسشو تو نوشته هاش میزاره، این دلیلیه که ازش خوشم میاد. یکی از دوستداشتنی هامهپی نوشت مترجمو هم دوست داشتم بویژه اینکه به خواسته نویسنده متعهد موند: مایونز!

  • Mohammad Hasan
    2018-11-22 23:04

    خواندنش احتیاج داشت به دانستن تاریخ و فرهنگ آمریکا در زمان براتیگان که من خیلی بلد نبودم و نتونستم خیلی با کتاب ارتباط برقرار کنم ولی با یک سری توصیفات براتیگان خیلی کیف کردم