Dec 3, 2006

Ciao Baby

An Italian review of Another Roadside Attraction

Here is the Google translation into English. Italian AND English readers are free to guffaw or cringe as they see fit. I see a certain poetry in a bad translation though.

The first book of Tom Robbins, my preferred writer for its fluid, ironica writing, and for its irriverenti and sweet, anticonventional and only personages, whose reading has given me an other series of surprise and detections. Draft of the history of Amanda one passionate girl of butterflies, with one philosophy of particular life one via of means between beat and the buddismo. The girl alive from zingara, with Thor its figlioletto, than she it says not to know if he is son of the man with which it had been coupled or of the thunderstorm who took place themselves in that same moment, and nobody risks to take it for matta if it can observe the eyes of the child exceptionally similar to saette.

The extraordinary ability to have perception of the future, to interpret the tarocchi concurs them to join to a circus where it foretells the future for the modica figure of 4 dollars and 98. Travelling with the circus John Paul Ziller, a species of wizard meets, sciamano, become famous like percussionista drummer, that it goes in turn dressed like always accompanied Tarzan from a noble baboon of name Mon Cul. The lightning blow is unavoidable and after it are married are settled down in a species of “roadside cafe” on the freeway, in which they install one zoo, composed from a pair of snakes, one Moscow tse-tse and a circus of pulci. And the particular place of ristoro called “Capt. Kendrik Memorial Hot Dog Wildlife Preserve”, becomes the fulcrum of the vicissitude, where under an enormous standard to shape of salsicciotto (even if Amanda is vegetarian convinced) to our protagonists joins, the former champion of football Plucky Purcell who has infiltrated in a species of schism of nazistoidi Friars and Marx Marvelous, scenziato sedicente and writer whom it has made of all in order meeting the strange brace of the zoo along the road. Entirety will have the possibility and the responsibility to decide if to render the ritrovamento of the emains of Jesus famous Christ, a species of new Advent, than but it would demonstrate that Jesus is not never revived, opening goodness knows which perspectives to the Humanity. There were scarabei everywhere, and also siamesi coleopters from long the iridescenti armors five centimeters. And, naturally, butterflies: such butterflies and falene of and many kinds that a correspondent would want to us very more patient than me in order to try to list them all, we figure ourselves then in order to describe the sweet colors of which the their wings they were incipriate. You allow me to emphasize that Amanda had not never killed a butterfly, and did not encourage the others to make it. But it was not therefore pure to refuse the tropical collections that the father carried them from its travels in order to acquire orchidee, or the exemplary that sent them To from Suez and the numerous admirers of the National Institute Flying Creatures, Lepidotteri Department. Right in the middle that crowd of flora and fauna (I will not be not to name cofanetti and the boxes them inlaid overflows of sassolini, seeds, teeth and pollens), Amanda had been withheld daily: meditating, cantilenando, caress, observing rituals and on the whole tracing the primiti to you values that a time had allowed the man to consider the world and its experience in it like tutt' one sacred. Them, its eyes greens fixed in the same heart of the nature. And it saw its I to fix it in its turn. Yesterday evening was accoccolata on the carpet, completely knot, its opened wide femminilit√†. Evidently, as soon as thorn had been made one of its showers to the grape juice, the pubici hairs that, viscidi and humid, levavano in a foam peak bordered similar to a stilizzata wave of the ocean of an recorded Japanese press on wood. I thought next to Hokusai and Hiroshige. Its labbra, rose-colored and madreperlacee like the inside of a shell, called to me because you approached to me. I made without to hesitate, but I arrested myself of blow as soon as I was enough close in order to see what it was making. Two black small letters puntolini were muovendosi on its body, just to of under of the skillful breast. They were Rock and Natalie, its pulci preferred! To mine insaputa, it had held with himself that brace, in order to save them the rigors of the exile. The visitors of the zoo along the freeway will remember Rock like the pulce with the moustaches from pasha who refused to learn the dances of ruotine of the circus, being preferred to make of the satira or to improvise on the executions of its connects. Natalie, be', she had the bump of the pattinatrice and was little one vamp. Onlooker, but in all my months to the zoo, I had not never seen the pulci pranzare neither I had inquired on theirs practical gastronomiche. I had made the idea that they came fed with some particular formula and that perhaps, in the festivity days, was allowed they to banquet from the veins of Moncul. Yesterday evening, but, I have uncovered that the pulci that s' they fatten of human blood are only lively and vegete how much is necessary in order to work in a circus. To supper, the ZiIler had regularly had the pleasure of the company of the pulci. (Grattavano never. But, it is known, the relationships between employers and dependent being what they are, did not dare to make it.) “Marx”, said Amanda, “have fallen in seeds-trance, little ago, and have received one telepathic communication from Normal Jimmy Quasi. It projects the triumph of every Tarzan evening for the Chinese civil employees and is caress the plan to open one chain of cinematografi to Lhasa. It wants that one sends it copy of Yellow Submarine with the Beatles. It says that it will bring back the things to normality, in Tibet. You what of tasks? Which thing I could never think some? I waited for until that the pulci they were sazie. Then, my turn came.