Dreaming of Babylon by Richard Brautigan
As our clubs have got slightly more up to date in their decades, I’ve tried to slip in re-reads of favourite authors; so I was very happy to be able to find a Richard Brautigan book from 1977. Brautigan is one of my long-time loves; I first read his work back in my late teens, as part of my exploration of the Beats, and I’ve written about him before on the Ramblings. My early copies of his books were bought from a shop called Paperback Parade, while I was living in flatland in Cheltenham. The shop (which I think was a chain at the time) only sold paperbacks, of course, and they were organised by publisher on bare white shelves. My Brautigans were from the Picador section, and their editions usually featured a photograph of the author with his current girlfriend on the cover. I confess to being initially drawn to the books because Brautigan kind of reminded me of a guy I had a major crush on at the time (and I later found out there was a weird kind of synchronicity to that – which is another story…); but once I began reading him, I was utterly hooked on RB. His writing is like nobody else’s and I love his weird, warped, deceptively simple and completely unique narratives.
If my dreadful memory serves me correctly, “Dreaming of Babylon” would have been one of his books I bought as soon as it came out in paperback – or at least fairly soon after. It’s late Brautigan – only one further novel was published in his lifetime, plus one more very much posthumously – and it’s not usually listed amongst the titles he’s best known for. But I tend to love all Brautigan, so I was happy to revisit it. In fact, I went through a big re-read of his whole canon a few years pre-blog, and I’d probably be happy to do so again. Nevertheless, it’s “Dreaming of Babylon” from 1977 that I’m meant to be talking about here, so I’d better get on with it.
The novel is subtitled “A Private Eye Novel 1942” and is indeed set in the San Francisco of that year. The narrator is one C. Card, the titular private eye; though unfortunately not a very succesful one. Completely broke, owing everyone money, harassed by an overbearing landlady (and also an overbearing, though mostly absent, mother), Card thinks his luck has changed as he’s at last found a client. Over the space of one day, we follow Card’s efforts to find a gun, hustle a little cash from a cop friend, hustle a little more from a friendly morgue attendant, negotiate with a cool blonde who can drink a hell of a lot of beer, escape from some crazy gangsters with razors – oh, and there’s the matter of some missing dead bodies…
….I was on my way over to the refrigerator.
That was a big mistake.
I looked inside and then hurriedly closed the door when the jungle foliage inside tried to escape. I don’t know how people can live the way I do. My apartment is so dirty that recently I replaced all the seventy-five-watt bulbs with twenty-five-watters, so I wouldn’t have to see it. It was a luxury but I had to do it. Fortunately, the apartment didn’t have any windows or I might have really been in trouble.
Card is hampered in all his attempts by Babylon; after being hit on the head by a baseball when young, he spends half of his time dipping out of reality into labyrinthine fantasies of the place. In the complex and detailed stories he makes up in his head, he’s the star: a top baseball player or a successful private eye, in a plot out of a Saturday morning serial, with his beautiful sidekick always in attendance. These fantasies, which seem to take over at will, have interfered in everything he’s tried to do: he could have been a cop like his friend Rink, except he flunked the test by dreaming of Babylon; he can’t even be relied on to get off the bus at the right stop if a fantasy takes over. Quite how he’s going to manage to deal with the strangeness of the next 24 hours is anyone’s guess.
“Dreaming of Babylon” ends up being a riotous tale involving a number of corpses, fortunes that rise and fall, some extremely hilarious and completely un-PC inappropriate humour, an unfortunate murder victim who is the subject of necrophiliac longings, plus plenty of sly debunking of the tropes of hard-boiled detective fiction. Instead of being one step ahead like the gumshoes in those stories, C. Card is constantly one step behind what’s happening; and every time you think he’s going to succeed, something manages to get in the way. Frankly, it’s probably a good thing that his pal Rink became the policeman and not him.
The world sure is a strange place. No wonder I spend so much time dreaming of Babylon. It’s safer.
Underlying the humour I did sense darker subtexts. Card’s relationship with his mother is not a happy one, and when dealing with her he turns into a whining little boy. As for the fate of his father, let’s not go there… Brautigan’s own family background was complex and troubled, so it’s not entirely surprising that his hero would also have an unpleasant home life. Additionally, Brautigan’s attitude to women is always problematic, and this was also reflected in his real personal life. The women in the “Dreaming…” are stereotypes; but then the story is dealing with literary clichés so perhaps that’s not unexpected. And certainly the glamorous blonde who drinks beer like a man but never needs to pee is great fun!
So I loved “Dreaming of Babylon” very much on what must be at least my third re-read. Yes, there are plenty of non-PC elements, but the comedy is very, very black and very, very funny; I always adore Brautigan’s wry, dry narrative voice and his idiosyncratic outlook on the world; and he’s an author I can return to again and again, always with enjoyment. My first book for the #1977 was a joy, and let’s hope the rest of this week’s reading ends up being so good.
Incidentally, I feel the need to confess: the edition in the picture, and which I read, is *not* my original 1970s Picador. I had a crisis while trying to find the latter – which isn’t on the small shelf space dedicated to Brautigan, but SHOULD BE! I guess it’s in the house somewhere and will turn up when I’m not looking for it; so I had to buy a pretty new copy from Canongate which is very nice. But I’d still like to find my original edition…
madamebibilophile
Apr 17, 2018 @ 08:21:28
Sounds fun! And I might even be prepared to overlook the attitudes to women as its based on a genre that is generally terrible in that regard anyway. I’ve not read any Brautigan – is this a good place to start?
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 09:09:46
🙂 Yes, you have to be prepared to be vaguely annoyed by the woman thing. As for starting with Brautigan – not necessarily this one. His early books are very Sixties, but lovely. In Watermelon Sugar and Trout Fishing in America are often mentioned. But I am inordinately fond of Sombrero Fallout, which is later Brautigan. Actually, I’d just like to re-read the lot again…
Jonathan
Apr 17, 2018 @ 08:27:52
A detective novel by Brautigan? Well, it wasn’t going to be normal, was it. I haven’t read this one but it sounds like fun.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 09:06:54
No, never normal with Brautigan – but this was really rather good!
Liz Dexter
Apr 17, 2018 @ 10:54:01
But what’s the rest of the story about the cover images and the synchronicity??
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 11:26:05
Weeeeellllll – basically, the guy I had the crush on turned out to have worked with Brautigan at one point!
Liz Dexter
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:06:55
Wow!!!
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:20:29
Even more weirdly, I don’t think The Crush even told me at the time – I found out later! 😉
Elle
Apr 17, 2018 @ 14:34:29
This is handy! I’ve a customer who’s interested in Beat writing, but I don’t want to send her all the usual boring stuff – I was wondering if Brautigan counted as a member of that generation, and I’m glad to hear he does.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:04:07
He does count, although perhaps tangentially. He’s underappreciated in my view, and definitely a one-off – I love his work!
Elle
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:24:19
A friend of mine at school tried to get me to read him; I bounced off his work pretty hard, possibly because it was simply *weirder* than anything else I had ever read at the time! Perhaps time to try again.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:35:08
LOL! Yes, he’s certainly not your average author and I reckon I might have struggled at school. Give him another go. If the Sixties stuff is a bit too out there, Sombrero Fallout might be worth a try – one of my favourites.
Elle
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:43:54
It also sounds v much like the sort of thing my brother would love…
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 15:46:18
There – I’ve even sorted out your gift shopping for you! ;))))
bookbii
Apr 17, 2018 @ 19:25:16
Great review. I also love Brautigan, most especially his short stories, The Hawkline Monster and Sombrero Fallout. I read Dreaming of Babylon quite recently; it wasn’t his best (in my opinion) but definitely a fun read. I completely agree re his attitude to women, it’s not exactly enlightened. But still there is something quite charming about his work.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 19:39:07
Sombrero Fallout is one of my faves too – just so clever and funny. No, Babylon isn’t his best, but it’s still great. And you’re right – there *is* a charm about him that helps you get past the attitudes!
1streading
Apr 17, 2018 @ 20:20:10
I’m also a bit of a Brautigan fan though I haven’t read this. An under-appreciated writer, as you say.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 17, 2018 @ 20:53:37
Definitely – he doesn’t completely fit in anywhere which is possibly why! I liked this one very much – love Brautigan’s individual voice.
Jane
Apr 17, 2018 @ 21:31:10
Thank you for reminding me of Brautigan! I loved Trout Fishing and Sombrero Fallout but had forgotten all about him. How could I?!
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 18, 2018 @ 10:27:56
I know! Such a wonderful author – Sombrero Fallout is a favourite!
heavenali
Apr 17, 2018 @ 21:47:20
How lovely you could read a favourite writer for the club. Sounds like a good, involving read.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 18, 2018 @ 10:27:29
Yes, I love being able to get to a favourite author. And also having an excuse to re-read because I don’t do that often enough!
whatmeread
Apr 17, 2018 @ 22:57:59
I haven’t read Brautigan in so long! I admit I considered reading this one for the club. Not enough time.
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 18, 2018 @ 10:03:24
No, I won’t be able to get to all the books I wanted – which is a shame!
Simon T
Apr 18, 2018 @ 13:46:59
Gosh, everything you write about this book’s contents make me think I’d loathe it, but the way you write about it makes me want to find out!
kaggsysbookishramblings
Apr 18, 2018 @ 14:35:04
I can’t see it would be one for you, Simon – but I love Brautigan *so* much, he’s an author very close to my heart!
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