Numerosos artistas (como Haruki Murakami)[21]​ han manifestado haber recibido la influencia de la obra de Brautigan. His friends liked Akiko, but some feared Richard had miscalculated.

After the reading, Ron and Richard went to Walden Pond, and as they walked along the littered banks of Thoreau’s wilderness, the photographer walked backward in front of them, snapping away. He used to torture Ianthe with the idea, going so far as to call and tell her he was going to kill himself, then hanging up.

That left Richard free to read into her whatever he wanted her to feel. They talked about why Richard died, and what killed him. a mind that passes through raw, unconventional territory and reposes itself on unresting surfaces. His friends remembered when Richard became famous.

It was a party he had planned for himself, a bon voyage for a man who had never fit comfortably into life. My name depends on you. That’s when he began to write Trout Fishing in America. She was married. Margot Patterson Doss reproached Richard after three of his girlfriends complained to her.

“It was embarrassing and painful. He told her he was leaving Montana and never coming back. El 19 de febrero de 1956, Brautigan recibió el alta en el hospital y se fue a vivir, por un breve periodo de tiempo, junto a su madre, su padrastro y sus hermanos en su casa de Eugene, Oregon. When his body lay rotting on the floor of his house in Bolinas, where were his friends then? The early Seventies were, as the local bookstore owner John Fryer recalls, “a rude time, when nobody had any manners. One person who was usually awake and available to talk was his friend Marcia Clay, an extraordinary and disconcertingly beautiful artist who painted at night. Regresó a Oregón en numerosas ocasiones, al parecer siempre por problemas de dinero.[5]​. He had never been East. It was a nonliterate age.”. En prosa utiliza metáforas muy inventivas que acercan su estilo al de la poesía. Richard slipped across the room and found himself at his usual spot beside the cigarette machine, though he was not the red-faced, middle-aged drunk with the dirty mustache that he had grown used to seeing in the mirror, but a tall, blond, clean-shaven young man, abjectly shy and full of secrets.

Richard Brautigan died of a self inflicted gun shot wound to the head at his house in Bolinas, California in September with a .44 Magnum borrowed from a good friend.

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He went to speak to his friend Bobbie Louise Hawkins, a novelist and actress, and told her he had been walking on the beach and had come upon a dead seal. There was also a lot of gunplay, especially on Richard’s part.

His passions were basketball, the Civil War, Frank Lloyd Wright, Southern women writers, soap operas, the National Enquirer, chicken-fried steak and talking on the telephone. “For the oriental philosophy, life and death are the same thing. Richard lived in Bolinas intermittently.

Book after book appeared, to be dismissed or ignored by the critics.

También mantuvo por un breve tiempo relaciones con Janice Meissner, una mujer del barrio de North Beach (San Francisco). “You can be saved by being either excessively normal or excessively egocentric.