The mansion in Palm Beach doesn’t have cable. I don’t mind, because TV in America shows too many commercials selling pick-ups and fast food for me to watch it. The library has a treasure of books and the owner and I share a tangential taste in literature, so I read myself to sleep every night.
Last night it was BUDDING PROSPECTS by T Corashessan Boyle.
You have to like a novel the the first line. “I’ve always been a quitter.”
In 1971 I hitchhiked through Weaverwille in Northern California. My friend, Peter Gorr, and I surveyed the rough mountainous terrain and thought this was great country in which to grow cannabis. We were 18. I tried to google Peter Gorr’s name. Nothing like he didn’t exist, however the author of BUDDING PROSPECTS takes me back to those days adn what might have happened, if Peter and I had settled in teh Trinity Alps area to become reefer farmers. Hope, hard work, disappointment, and disaster written with humorous prose to offset the loss of a dream. The dream of east money.
Nothing comes easy to losers.
Especially back in 1982. But I was living in Paris then. And life was good. So I’m glad I never became the Felix in this book, except I picked a few more devious ways to lose. If you can find BUDDING PROSPECTS in the library or a thrift store, buy it and read it along with Boyle’s WATER MUSIC.
Also I haven’t a clue as to say his middle name.
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