I was thinking about this book today, Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan, whose experimental first novel I read last summer. This is a quote from the book that I found inscribed in my journal from last August:
The sun was lke a huge fifty-cent piece that someone had poured keroses on and then had lit with a match and said, 'Here, hold this while I got get a newspaper,' and put the coin in my hand, but never came back.
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