I can see the perfectly placed lines on the page and his delicate fingers holding the edges of the paper: “I’ve written my life. What are we going to write about?” It was clear to me that in the dream that he didn’t mean him and this message wasn’t for me alone. He was referring to a whole new generation of writers.
In all of the obituaries and writing about Richard Brautigan that appeared after his suicide, none revealed to Ianthe Brautigan the father she knew. Through it took all of her courage, she delved into her memories, good and bad, to retrieve him, and began to write. You Can’t Catch Death is a frank, courageous, heartbreaking reflection on both a remarkable man and the child he left behind.