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- SKINNY LEGS AND ALL by Tom Robbins Bantam; 422 pages; $19.95
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- Really superior flapdoodle is hard to find, and nobody wrote
- it better, a couple of decades ago, than Tom Robbins. His rowdy
- novels Still Life with Woodpecker, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
- and Another Roadside Attraction were cheerful, raunchy,
- anti-Establishment rambunctions. Their woozy aesthetic principle
- was that of Jack Kerouac and Richard Brautigan: Keep typing,
- Cowboy; brilliance may be just around the corner. And sometimes
- -- look what I found! -- it was.
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- Well, shucks. It's been a long time since we all bought our
- jeans blue and faded them on the hoof. Now mainstream fiction
- runs to my-divorce novels and the acid-washed prose of
- minimalism. Dreary stuff, which is why the old-time, down-home
- Robbins would be welcome, a leftover '60s bystander reflects.
- But Skinny Legs and All falls awkwardly between storytelling and
- pamphleteering, and the old, bouncy irreverence sours into
- preachiness and windy bosh.
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- Robbins is fed up, as well he might be, with the murderous
- tribalism that so often is the public face of organized
- religion. He sets in motion an American tel-evangelist whose
- septic inspiration it is to blow up the Dome of the Rock, the
- holy Muslim shrine in Jerusalem, thus bringing on World War III,
- the Second Coming of Christ and Judgment Day.
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- Judaism, Christianity and Muhammadanism are male dominant,
- and Robbins seems to feel -- though this and much else are not
- clear -- that worship of the goddess Astarte in early times was
- gentler. His novel's heroine is an Astarte-Venus-Jezebel figure,
- a young artist named Ellen Cherry. Her husband Boomer, a lame,
- redneck welder, appears to represent the lame god Vulcan in this
- strange jumble of myths.
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- Several inanimate objects, such as a painted stick and a
- conch shell holy to Astarte, travel across country by magic,
- talking lengthily about the follies of mortals in passages that
- are as cute and irritating as you would expect. Satire is
- intended, but the jawboning has no bite. The viewpoint Robbins
- is searching for seems to have chewed through its leash and
- wandered off well before Chapter 1.
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- By John Skow.
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