Dear Esteemed Readers and Teresums,
The impossible has become possible!
Indeed, the impossible has gone beyond that.
The impossible has become…has happened!
Namely, I have made a mistake. I have have messed up. And it is not even Teresums’ fault this time. For once, it is not her fault.
I have been recommending Tom Robbins novel Even Cowgirls Get the Blues to you for a couple weeks now. I must now do a complete flip-flop and urge you to approach the novel with caution, if at all.
Here’s what happened. My memory failed me. And I failed to properly double-check the rascal — that is, my memory — in order to be sure it wasn’t failing me.
As it happens, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues is a deeply flawed novel. I should have remembered that, because — now that it’s all coming back to me — I had some serious questions about it when I read it 40 years ago. But over time I only retained the good parts, the positive things about the novel, and not the things that had once caused me pause.
I tend to do the same with people. Over time, I remember their strengths and forget their weaknesses. Unless, of course, their weakness is to cast aspersions on my extraordinary good looks. Somethings are truly unforgettable — and unforgivable.
Over the course of 40 years I forgot all about Robbins’ juvenile characterization of female sexuality and only recalled his magnificent treatment of being true to ourselves.
As you might recall, I offered the novel as a prize to the winners of my random drawing. Tonight I conducted the drawing. I know I said there would be two winners, but some events led me to decide there would be three winners instead.
However, I then thought to refresh my memory of Cowgirls at the very last minute before ordering the books. Bummer! Shock! Bummer!
So I have emailed the three winners of free copies of his novel, given them the “news”, and encouraged them to pick out a different novel of their choice.
What really chagrins me about all this is that in recent years I have tried to form a habit of double-checking my facts, and I was under the impression until today that I was succeeding in getting into that habit. But why didn’t Teresums remind me to double-check my memory of Cowgirls? I shall be having words with her.
And the winners are:
Each shall receive a copy of any book of their choice from Amazon up to $20 US. A small surprise book will also be included in the shipment — since I like to surprise people. And of course, autographed pics of me blogging in the nude.