Skinny Legs and All: A Novel by Tom Robbins (English) Paperback Book

Description: Skinny Legs and All by Tom Robbins When an Arab and a Jew open a restaurant across the street from the U.N., a host of tragic and triumphant characters descend on the strange establishment. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description A reissue of a favorite from New York Times bestselling author Tom Robbins to coincide with the novella B Is for Beer, to be published by Ecco in February 2009.An Arab and a Jew open a restaurant together across the street from the United Nations....It sounds like the beginning of an ethnic joke, but its the axis around which spins this gutsy, fun-loving, and alarmingly provocative novel, in which a bean can philosophizes, a dessert spoon mystifies, a young waitress takes on the New York art world, and a rowdy redneck welder discovers the lost god of Palestine--while the illusions that obscure humanitys view of the true universe fall away, one by one, like Salomes veils.Skinny Legs and All deals with todays most sensitive issues- race, politics, marriage, art, religion, money, and lust.It weaves lyrically through what some call the "end days" of our planet.Refusing to avert its gaze from the horrors of the apocalypse, it also refuses to let the alleged end of the world spoil its mood.And its mood is defiantly upbeat.In the gloriously inventive Tom Robbins style, here are characters, phrases, stories, and ideas that dance together on the page, wild and sexy, like Salome herself.Or was it Jezebel? Author Biography Tom Robbins has been called "a vital natural resource" by The Oregonian, "one of the wildest and most entertaining novelists in the world" by the Financial Times of London, and "the most dangerous writer in the world today" by Fernanda Pivano of Italys Corriere della Sera. A Southerner by birth, Robbins has lived in and around Seattle since 1962. Review "Tom Robbins is a vital national treasure."—The Oregonian"Robbins possesses magnet-like power."—USA Today"Funny and tough...Robbins is an American Original."—Washington Magazine Review Quote "Tom Robbins is a vital national treasure."-The Oregonian "Robbins possesses magnet-like power."-USA Today "Funny and tough...Robbins is an American Original."-Washington Magazine Excerpt from Book 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 turkeys aura of goofy vulnerability. Despite its feetlessness, however, its pathetic podalic privation, this roast turkeyor jumbo facsimile thereofwas moving down the highway at sixty-five miles an hour, traveling faster, farther on its back than many aspiring actresses. The turkey, gleaming in the callow March sunlight, had been a wedding present from the groom to the bride, although the title remained in the grooms name and he was never, in fact, to relinquish ownership. Actually, it was the fashioning of the turkey, the phenomenon of its existence, that was his gift to the bride. More important, it was the manifestation of the turkey, the squealy, swoony surprise of the creation of the turkey, that had precipitated the marriage: the groom, Boomer Petway, had used the turkey to trick the bride, Ellen Cherry Charles, into marrying him. At least, that was what Ellen Cherry was thinking at that moment, less than a week after the wedding, thinking, as she watched the turkey suck the thawing countryside into its windshield and blow it out its rearview mirror, that shed been tricked. Less than a week after the wedding, that probably was not an excellent indicator of impending decades of marital bliss. Some marriages are made in heaven, Ellen Cherry thought. Mine was made in Hong Kong. By the same people who made those little rubber pork chops they sell in the pet department at K mart. Mockingbirds are the true artists of the bird kingdom. Which is to say, although theyre born with a song of their own, an innate riff that happens to be one of the most versatile of all ornithological expressions, mockingbirds arent content to merely play the hand that is dealt them. Like all artists, they are out to rearrange reality. Innovative, willful, daring, not bound by the rules to which others may blindly adhere, the mockingbird collects snatches of birdsong from this tree and that field, appropriates them, places them in new and unexpected contexts, recreates the world from the world. For example, a mockingbird in South Carolina was heard to blend the songs of thirty-two different kinds of birds into a ten-minute performance, a virtuoso display that served no practical purpose, falling, therefore, into the realm of pure art. And so it was that in the dogwood branches and lilac bushes on the grounds of the Third Baptist Church of Colonial Pines, mockingbirds were producing art, were "making a joyful noise unto the Lord," while inside the building, a Georgian rectangle of powdery brick and prissy white trim, several hundred freshly scrubbed, well-fed human beings concerned themselves not with creation but destruction. Ultimate destruction. In east-central Virginia, where Colonial Pines was located, spring was quicker on its feet than it was out in the Far West, through which Boomer and Ellen Cherrys roast turkey was transporting them ever eastward. Pussy willows had already come and gone in Virginia, and sickly faced dogwood blossoms, like constituted elves, strained to take their places. From underground silos, jonquil bulbs fired round after round of butter-tipped stalks, all sorts of buds were swelling and popping, birds (not just mockingbirds) strung ropes of birdsong from treetop to fence post, bees and other insects were waking to the unfamiliar alarm of their own faint buzz; all around, the warming natural world was in the process of rebirth and renewal, almost as if to deliberately cast some doubt upon the accuracy of the sermon being concluded at that moment in the church. "God gave us this sign," said the preacher from his oak veneer podium. "The Lord gave us a sign! A sign! It was a warming, if you will. A word to the wise. He gave his children a big easy-to-read sign, words in tall black letters, maybe golden lettersmaybe it was a neon sign. In any case, theres no mistakin its message. The Lord shoved this sign before the countenance of his beloved disciple, John, and John, being a righteous man, John bein a wise man, John didnt blink or scratch his head or ask for details, Saint John didnt call up a lawyer on the phone and ask for a legal interpretation, no, John read this sign and copied it down and passed it on to mankind. To you and I." The preachers voice was reminiscent of a saxophone. Not the cool, laconic sax of Lester Young, but the full, lush, volatile sound of, say, Charlie Barnet. There was a marvelous, dark lyricism in his voice, the kind of defiance that is rooted in deep loneliness. His pockmarked face was lean and hungry looking, a beat face poisoned by boils and the runoff from rotting teeth. Yet the voice that rolled out from that face, from underneath the boyish shock of damp, black hair, the voice was fecund and round and gloomily romantic. Females in the congregation, especially, were touched by the preachers voice, never stopping to consider that it might have been hot pus that fueled its grand combustion. "What the Almighty Father told John was this: that when the Jews return to their homelandyea! when the Jew is once again at home in the land of Is-ra-elthe end of the world is at hand!" The preacher paused. He gazed at the congregation with his starving eyes. Verlin Charles was later to say, "Sometimes when he looks down at us like that, I feel like he wants to eat the flower right outen my buttonhole." "Uh-huh," his wife, Patsy, replied. "Makes me feel like he wants to chew the elastic outta my underpants." Verlin Charles did not appreciate Patsy Charless interpretation of the preachers voracious stare, and he told her so. Off to the left of the altar, a radio engineer raised three fingers. The Reverend Buddy Winkler caught the gesture out of the corner of his eye, immediately thereupon aborting the penetrating scrutiny of his flock and returning to the microphone. "When the Jew has returned to his homeland, the end of the world is at hand! That is the sign God gave unto us. Why? I want to ask you somethin. Do you think God just threw out that crumb of information offhand like it was gossip, like it was an interestin item outen the Readers Digest? Or did God have a purpose in the showing of this sign to John? Did God have a reason in ordering John to write down this prophecy in his Book of Revelation? Are we intended to act somehow upon this message?" The engineer raised two fingers. Buddy Winkler nodded and quickened the tempo. Blowing Charlie Parker style, blowing a swift freight of harmonic rhetoric, blowing his sax-voice at about fifty-eight bars per minute, blowing alto nowhis usual tenor abandoned at the gates of syncopationthe preacher swung into a dazzling diatribe against Semite and anti-Semite alike: instructed his brethren (with a sputter of grace notes) to turn their attention to Jerusalem, the city of their eternal fate; bade them prepare themselves for physical entry into Jerusalem, where they that were righteous among them were to accept their promised rewards; reminded them that on the following Sunday he would describe to them what conditions they might expect to encounter in the New Jerusalem; and further reminded them that next weeks sermon, as each of the sermons in this series concerning the Rapidly Approaching End, would be broadcast over the Southern Baptist Voice of the Sparrow Network, of which WCPV was the local affiliate. He then stitched on a reedy coda of prayer, timing an "amen" to perfectly coincide with the wag of the engineers single digit. Sequins of spittle were scattered along his smile as he accepted compliments at the door. "Powerful sermon, Reverend Winkler." "God bless you, Roy." "Reverend Winkler, you are just eloquence itself. You move me, you stir me up inside, you" "Its the Lord that speaks through me, Miz Packett." He squeezed her hand. "The Lord does the movin." "Right nice, Bud. Frogs are out." "Dont know if Ill have time for any jiggin this spring, Verlin." "You got other frogs to jig, right, Bud?" His boils waxed a deeper red. "Patsy now." "As in other fish to fry." "Patsy." He said her name laboriously, as if her were coaxing a lone low note from his saxophone bell. It was both censure and plea. Patsy grinned and left him to his flock. Verlin and Patsy Charles walked to the Buick Regal in the parking lot. "You hadnt ought to mess with him here, Patsy. In Gods house . . ." "He was out on the steps." ". . . on the Sabbath." "Buds Bud, on Sunday or the Fourth of July." "How about on Judgment Day?" "Well see soon enough, I reckon," said Patsy, and Verlin, safely behind the lilac hedge, smiled. "You know," Verlin said, as he stopped to admire a new Ford pickup that he knew to belong to an acquaintance, "the end of the world is not gonna be coming right away. You know why? Because the fact is, therere more Jews in New York City than in the entire country of Is-ra-el." He tried to pronounce it the way his cousin Buddy did, but Verlins voice was more kazoo than saxophone. "So, you wanna dep Details ISBN0553377884 Author Tom Robbins Short Title SKINNY LEGS & ALL Pages 432 Language English ISBN-10 0553377884 ISBN-13 9780553377880 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Illustrations Yes Year 1995 Country of Publication United States Residence WA, US Birth 1936 DOI 10.1604/9780553377880 Subtitle A Novel UK Release Date 1995-11-01 Imprint Bantam Books Inc Place of Publication NY AU Release Date 1995-11-01 NZ Release Date 1995-11-01 US Release Date 1995-11-01 Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 1995-11-01 Audience Tertiary & Higher Education We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:8028040;

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