Description
A gutsy, fun-loving, and alarmingly provocative novel from the New York Times bestselling author hailed by Financial Times as “one of the wildest and most entertaining novelists in the world”
“Hilarious.”—Milwaukee Journal
“A euphoric wonderwork.”—Los Angeles Times
“Flat-out fabulous.”—Playboy
An Arab and a Jew open a restaurant together across the street from the United Nations. . . .
It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it’s the axis around which Skinny Legs and All spins, in which a bean can philosophizes, a dessert spoon mystifies, a young waitress takes on the New York art world, and a rowdy redneck welder discovers the lost god of Palestine—while the illusions that obscure humanity’s view of the true universe fall away, one by one, like Salome’s veils.
Skinny Legs and All deals, in Tom Robbins’s audacious manner, with race, politics, marriage, art, religion, money, and lust. It weaves lyrically through what some call the “end days” of our planet. Refusing to avert its gaze from the horrors of the apocalypse, it also refuses to let the alleged end of the world spoil its mood. And its mood is defiantly upbeat.
In the gloriously inventive Robbins style, here are characters, phrases, stories, and ideas that dance together on the page, wild and sexy, like Salome herself. Or was it Jezebel?
“Hilarious.”—Milwaukee Journal
“A euphoric wonderwork.”—Los Angeles Times
“Flat-out fabulous.”—Playboy
An Arab and a Jew open a restaurant together across the street from the United Nations. . . .
It sounds like the beginning of a joke, but it’s the axis around which Skinny Legs and All spins, in which a bean can philosophizes, a dessert spoon mystifies, a young waitress takes on the New York art world, and a rowdy redneck welder discovers the lost god of Palestine—while the illusions that obscure humanity’s view of the true universe fall away, one by one, like Salome’s veils.
Skinny Legs and All deals, in Tom Robbins’s audacious manner, with race, politics, marriage, art, religion, money, and lust. It weaves lyrically through what some call the “end days” of our planet. Refusing to avert its gaze from the horrors of the apocalypse, it also refuses to let the alleged end of the world spoil its mood. And its mood is defiantly upbeat.
In the gloriously inventive Robbins style, here are characters, phrases, stories, and ideas that dance together on the page, wild and sexy, like Salome herself. Or was it Jezebel?
