Mother Truckers is a friendly dive bar buttressing a barbecue joint near I-35 and Loop 12. Most days they have food trucks that pull up to the parking lot, but sadly not Sundays. They offer some interesting icy drinks like raspberry sherbert mimosas and "frozen moonshine." Robert was not too impressed with the latter. Megan and Natalie tried the "grill 'em yourself" burgers, which was fun. There's a grill on the a patio where we sat which included a condiments table of steak sauce, ketchup, and seasonings. Rafael, an applicant through OkCupid, was our brave guest this evening.
Those who like this book will likely be drawn to the odd language and surreal descriptions from the first-person narrator whose story becomes enticingly dream-like in some sections. In others, however, the diction often feels too philosophically off-the-wall, spinning phrases without meaning.
The other sin of the book is the uncompelling nature of the protagonist. Caroline's wandering feels neither tragically broken nor intellectually inspiring. What drives her on this mad, restless journey is anyone's guess, and the book's fascinating title is only referenced in awkwardly narrated sex scenes where she is "split,"...like...a tree...I guess? It's unclear, uninteresting, and thematically cheap. Also, you can't help but remember that this is a man trying to write about the female orgasm.
"I'd settled in Dallas, where I went to work for the Welfare Board, signed up for a few classes at SMU, and watched everyone carefully. As far as they were concerned, I was just another white woman trying to get by in the City of Hate."
"The moon was slung ass-low and aspirin-white above the horizon."
"Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown Sugartown."
"I'll tell you it's strange and it makes me wonder, how sometimes in that occult forest, when no one is looking, the ax loves the tree: and it's stranger still that the tree should love the ax."
"I was young and purblind from the pall of my unfamiliar past."
"And all at once I saw a sense sewn into the scene around me, like the humble saying on a sampler. Unsex yourself and mend the night, it said."
"I put a drop of perfume between my thighs."
"Underneath there was another dress, my bridal body..."
"He slipped the tip of his finger inside me and lifted gently, parting me--and I burst, spattering the sheets with pulp and seeds.