- Tapa blanda: 540 páginas
- Editor: Cow Eye Press (8 de abril de 2015)
- Idioma: Inglés
- ISBN-10: 099091500X
- ISBN-13: 978-0990915003
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When a down-on-his-luck educational administrator arrives into the makeshift bus shelter of Cow Eye Junction, he finds a drought-stricken town and its community college on the precipice of institutional ruin. Struggling to navigate this strange world of bloated calf scrota, orgiastic math instruction, and onrushing regional accreditors, Charlie must devise a plan to lead Cow Eye Community College through the perils of continuous improvement to the triumphant culmination of world history. Iconoclastic, wry, and ambitiously constructed, Cow Country is Adrian Jones Pearson's most American work yet, deftly blending the lunacies of contemporary academia with the tragic consequences of New World nation-building. A must-read for anyone who has ever worked at an institution of higher education, or attempted to straddle partisan lines, this insightful novel offers a poetic requiem for the loss of our humanity - and our humanities.
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Adrian Jones Pearson is an independent author of idiosyncratic fiction. His work has been published under multiple pseudonyms, including this one.
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Reading was slow going at first. It took forever for the first-person narrator, Charlie, to get from the bus stop to the campus. But as he settled into his new job, the pace picked up. The novel doesn't have much of a plot. Charlie's misadventures in preparing for the returning accrediting committee reminded me of K's tribulations meandering around Kafka's Castle.
Characters are distinguished not by personality traits, diction, or styles of expression, but by the content of their speech. The local Establishment supports the old Cow Eye Junction meat-eating, hard-drinking lifestyle. They are represented metaphorically by the drought-stricken brown (male) wasteland surrounding the campus. The newcomers are vegetarian yuppie dopers, represented by the lush, water-soaked (female) campus. But both worlds are no places to set up permanent residence. One is "desiccated" and withered; the other is self-centered and phony.
Charlie tries to figure out how to reconcile the two. He makes attempts to ascribe allegorical meaning to events at the college--like the calf-castrating initiation for new faculty. It's a lost cause. As Blake puts it, "That which is explicit to the idiot is not worth my care."
Read solely as a satire of academia, the novel would be amusing. Pearson skewers just about every aspect of teaching and administrating at a community college, from the opening convocation in the cafeteria to the classroom visits to the faculty social hours. No department, no discipline is left untouched. But despite the fun, like all satire, it has a serious theme. What the book suggests about the future of academia, culture, society, and the environment is indeed sobering.
So, to return to the beginning: Did Pynchon write this? I think it's likely. However, even if he didn't, Cow Country might be the ultimate metafiction. Persons/Pearsons/personas are writing reviews and commenting on them in ways that sound suspiciously like the author, or someone pretending to be the author, or the author pretending to be Pynchon, etc., etc. Who knows? Maybe I'm actually Pynchon. Or Pearson. Or not. Postmodernist literature doesn't get better than this.
I am happy to report that this advice is gleefully ignored by the novelist who put it in his character's mouth. On the rare occasion that I tune into a boxing match, I don't want to see Floyd Mayweather eke out a boring, technical win: I want to see Ali standing over Liston in a position that could not have been better premeditated for a photo-shoot. I want to see ambition and ability in a reckless game of one-upmanship. The author of Cow Country, I think, agrees.
(And even if none of the foregoing were true, I could not dislike a novel within which is to be found the line "My wife had a vagina made of butter, you know.")
*I'll come back with full review once I'm done. But you should read this.