Even Cowgirls Get the Blues: A Novel by Tom RobbinsEven Cowgirls Get the Blues: A Novel by Tom Robbins

Even Cowgirls Get the Blues: A Novel

byTom Robbins

Paperback | April 1, 1990

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The whooping crane rustlers are girls. Young girls. Cowgirls, as a matter of fact, all “bursting with dimples and hormones”—and the FBI has never seen anything quite like them. Yet their rebellion at the Rubber Rose Ranch is almost overshadowed by the arrival of the legendary Sissy Hankshaw, a white-trash goddess literally born to hitchhike, and the freest female of them all.

Freedom, its prizes and its prices, is a major theme of Tom Robbins’s classic tale of eccentric adventure. As his robust characters attempt to turn the tables on fate, the reader is drawn along on a tragicomic joyride across the badlands of sexuality, wild rivers of language, and the frontiers of the mind.
Tom Robbins has been called “a vital natural resource” by The Oregonian, “one of the wildest and most entertaining novelists in the world” by the Financial Times of London, and “the most dangerous writer in the world today” by Fernanda Pivano of Italy’s Corriere della Sera. A Southerner by birth, Robbins has lived in and around Seattle...
Title:Even Cowgirls Get the Blues: A NovelFormat:PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 8.2 × 5.2 × 0.77 inPublished:April 1, 1990Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:055334949x

ISBN - 13:9780553349498

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Even Cow Girls Get The Blues This is the book that made me fall for Tom Robbins' work, wonderful read.
Date published: 2017-01-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Quite Delicious! What can I say, Tom Robbins has done it again and made me say "The man is a literary and creative genius" This tale is so obsurely wonderful I almost don't know where to begin. I love the way this man writes, the way he seems to bring everything to life from a pair of obscenely large thumbs to a pair of underwear to an inspirational friend to our dear Heroine aptly named "Bonanza Jellybean" and of course our lovely man in drag "The Countess" a multimillionare loves ripple and dislikes the smell of women and surprisingly owns "The Rubber Rose Ranch" Where a large chunk o fthis story takes place. Inside this legendary ranch is a group of vivacious women who's leadergoes on Peyote vision quests. The women of the Rubber Rose lead a full scale uprising, take care of the local crane population and few visit the local jester of which speaks of the clockwork people, nonsense and adores yams. What more can I say other than this story made me laugh, made me wonder and made me seriously consider changing my name to Bonanza Jellybean, the wildest cowgirl who bears the mark of the silver bullet.
Date published: 2008-12-31
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Even Cowgirls Get The Blues I know this is supposed to be a classic of feminist literature, and it's one of those books that a lot of people seem to love, but I didn't care for it. I found some parts of it quite funny, and Robbins' turn of phrase was often adept (plus he quoted Margaret Atwood, which was pretty neat). However, the story was simply disjointed and just plain offensive at times. I have a very eclectic taste in books but I was very glad when I got to the last page of this one. I might try reading another Robbins book sometime, but after Cowgirls I think I've had my fill for now. Like at least a couple of years.
Date published: 2002-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Close to a Feminist Manifesto This was the first Tom Robbins book I ever read, recommended by an former co-worker. Needless to say, after I read the book, I bought the rest of his books and have become quite the fan of Tom's writings. "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" had definite feminist philosophical underpinnings - Naomi Wolf would be proud. Using his trademark mastery of simile and metaphor, coupled with his unique style of satire and wit, Robbins weaves a story which has numerous interesting characters, and surprises readers with an unexpected ending. It is nice to have a novelist with such an excellent command of the English language, yet is also mindful of contemporary issues and incorporates them into his storytelling.
Date published: 2001-02-25

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Welcome to the Rubber Rose RanchIt is the finest outhouse in the Dakotas.  It has to be.Spiders, mice, cold drafts, splinters, corncobs, habitual stenches don't make it in this company.  The hands have renovated and decorated the privy themselves.  Foam rubber, hanging flower pots, a couple of prints by Georgia O'Keeffe (her cow skull period), fluffy carpeting, Sheetrock insulation, ashtrays, and incense burner, a fly strip, a photograph of Dale Evans about which there is some controversy.  There is even a radio in the outhouse, although the radio station in the area plays nothing but polkas. Of course, the ranch has indoor facilities, flush toilets in regular bathrooms, but they'd been stopped up during the revolution and nobody had ever unstopped them. Plumbing was one thing the girls were poor at.  Nearest Roto-Rooter man was thirty miles.  Weren't any Roto-Rooter women anywhere, as far as they knew.Jelly is sitting in the outhouse.  She has been sitting there longer than necessary.  The door is wide open and lets in the sky.  Or, rather, a piece of the sky, for on a summer's day in Dakota the sky is mighty big.  Mighty big and mighty blue, and today there is hardly a cloud.  What looks to be a wisp of a cloud is actually the moon, narrow and pale, like a paring snipped from a snowman's toenail.  The radio is broadcasting "The Silver Dollar Polka."What is young Jelly thinking, in such a pensive pose?  Hard to say.  Probably she is thinking about the birds.  No, not those crows that just haiku-ed by, but the birds she and her hands are bamboozling down at the lake.  Those birds give a body something to think about, all right.  But maybe she is thinking about the Chink, wondering what the crazy old coot is up to now, way up yonder on his ridge.  Maybe she is thinking about ranchly finances, puzzling how she's going to make ends meet.  It is even possible that she is pondering something metaphysical, for the Chink has more than once subjected her to philosophical notions; the hit and miss of the cosmic pumpkin.  If that is unlikely, it is still less likely that she is mulling over the international situation--desperate, as usual.  And apparently her mind is not on romance or a particular romantic entity, for though her panties and jeans are at her feet, her fingers drum dryly upon the domes of her knees.  Perhaps Jelly is thinking about what's for supper.On the other hand, Bonanza Jellybean, ranch boss, may just be looking things over.  Surveying the spread from the comfort of the privy.  Checking out the corrals, the stables, the bunkhouse, the pump, what's left of the sauna, the ruins of the reducing salon, the willow grove and the cottonwoods, the garden where Dolores teased a rattlesnake on Monday, the pile of hairdryers still rusting among the sunflowers, the chicken coop, the tumbleweed, the peyote wagon, the distant buttes and canyons, the sky full of blue.  Weather's hot, but there's a breeze today and it feels sweet, swimming up her bare thighs.  There is sage smell and rose waft.  There is fly buzz and polka yip.  Way off, horse lips flutter; she hears the goats at pasture and the far, faint sounds of the girls tending their herd.  The bird herd.A rooster clears his sinuses.  He's loud but absolutely nothing compared to what those birds can do if the hands don't keep them quiet.  They'd better!Still sitting, Jelly focuses her dreamy gaze on the rooster.  "Someday," she says to the empty seat next to her, "if that Sissy Hankshaw ever shows up here again, I'm gonna teach her how to hypnotize a chicken.  Chickens are the easiest creatures on earth to hypnotize.  If you can look a chicken in the eyes for ten seconds, it's yours forever."She pulls up her pants, shoulders her rifle and ambles off to relieve the guards at the gate.Welcome to the Rubber Rose.  The largest all-girl ranch in the West.

From Our Editors

The outrageous bestseller that stars Sissy Hankshaw--flawlessly beautiful, almost. A small-town girl with big-time dreams and a quirk to match--hitchhiking her way into your heart, your hopes, and your sleeping bag. . . . Follow Sissy's amazing odyssey from Virginia to Manhattan to the Dakota Badlands, where FBI agents, cowgirls and ecstatic whooping cranes explode in a deliciously drawn-out climax.

Editorial Reviews

"This is  one of those special novels--a piece of working  magic, warm, funny, and san--that you just want to  ride off into the sunset with."–Thomas  Pynchon"The best fiction, so far,  to come out of the American  counterculture."—Chicago Tribune Book World“Even Cowgirls Get the Blues comes as a magical gift, a brilliant affirmation of private visions and private wishes and their power to transform life and death.” —The Nation