Dear Lottery

And what do you think, Mr. Robbins?

When I picked up Wild Ducks Flying Backwards, I had no clue what the title meant. I wasn’t an ardent fan of Tom Robbins, nor did I have much knowledge of his works outside of the occasional book cover that caught my eye. I knew his name, though, and that was enough to intrigue me, especially after hearing of his passing. I’d also heard rumors about the absurdity of Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, which had been turned into a film starring Uma Thurman, and that alone made me wary. The thought of books centered on hippies, the failed counterculture, and the empty promises of psychedelics didn’t exactly call to me.