... terminates his childhood
|He said he felt like
he had seen and done everything.
|John F. Barber|
»I don't see him anywhere.«
Richard Brautigan, So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away, last page, Houghton Mifflin
|These are the last three lines from Richard Brautigans last book of 1982. On 25th Oktober, 1984 Richard Brautigan is found dead in his house in Bolinas, California. He has a gunshot wound, beside him lies a gun.|
|»So the Wind Won't Blow it All Away« concentrates on one and only topic: Death. A boy with some cash on the pocket decides for bullets instead for a Hamburger. On shooting apples in an orchard he deadly hurts his friend by mistake.|
I arrived at the place where their living room would be set up at the pond's edge just about a minute or so before they got there.
While the minute passes before they get here with their furniture, there will be a huge INTERRUPTION like a black wet Titanic telegram or a telephone call that sounds like a man with a chain saw cutting up a cemetry at midnight or just the very rude distraction of death itself, the final end of all childhoods including mine which started to dramatically begin its descent when I passed the restaurant that February rainy afternoon in 1948 and should have gone inside and gotten a hamburger and a coke. I was hungry, too. They would have been a welcome addition to my existence.
There was not a single reason in the world for me to walk past the restaurant and look in the window of the gun shop next door. But I did and the dice were getting ready to be thrown.
Richard Brautigan, So the Wind Won't Blow It All Away, p. 70/71, Houghton Mifflin
Whether the deadly accident is based on an actual childhood experience isn't obvious. Keith Abbott mentions that Richard Brautigan told sometimes a similar story, but whether this is based on own experiencing or by hearsay can't be said no more.
The circumstances of Richard Brautigans death could likewise point on an accident with a gun, but Keith Abbott is sure: Richard Brautigan prepared his suicide systematically.
|Is this now the end of Richard Brautigan? No, there's one strawberry left ...|