The Impossible Has Become Possible!

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:

Mistermuse.

Anupriya.

Miriam.

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.