In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I’ll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant.


Richard Brautigan died of a self inflicted gun shot wound to the head at his house in Bolinas, California in September with a .44 Magnum borrowed from a good friend. His friend had no knowledge of his intentions. Before dying, he put on his automatic burglar device, which meant that for weeks–his lights went off in the daytime and came on at night. His body was found on October 25, 1984; his telephone message machine was filled with calls of concern. His body was cremated. He is sorely missed by his daughter,  friends, and those who love his writing.