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| Original Title: | Lake Wobegon Days |
| ISBN: | 3442422345 (ISBN13: 9783442422340) |
| Series: | Lake Wobegon #1 |
| Setting: | Minnesota(United States) Lake Wobegon, Minnesota(United States) |
| Literary Awards: | Ambassador Book Award for Fiction (1986) |
Garrison Keillor
Audiobook | Pages: 173 pages Rating: 3.63 | 6959 Users | 533 Reviews
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| Title | : | Lake Wobegon die wahre Geschichte einer kleinen Stadt, die auf keiner Landkarte steht (Lake Wobegon #1) |
| Author | : | Garrison Keillor |
| Book Format | : | Audiobook |
| Book Edition | : | Anniversary Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 173 pages |
| Published | : | April 2002 |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Humor. Short Stories |
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Lake Wobegon. I have tried to read you over the years and every time I picked you up I was bored out of my mind. This time I tried audio. That helped. I can see why people love to listen to you; I can see why people don’t like to listen to you.So, Lake Wobegon was founded by Unitarians, and it seemed to do okay by them.
My town has lakes too, but they are not in town. We have rivers too, and a creek running through town. Tahlequah is its name, given to it by the Native Americans, so I would say that it was founded by them, and it was they who named it, Tahlequah. As legend goes, the Indians came on the Trail of Tears, that part is true, so it is not a legend. Five tribes decided to stop here, and the plan was to give the town a name, or to decide if they would stay. I don’t recall which. Five chiefs, of the various nations, were to show up the next day to take a vote. Only two came, and so they said, “Two is enough” and voted. In Cherokee or some other tribal language, "two is enough" means "Tahlequah." Or you can choose to believe that it was named loosely after a town back east, like maybe in South Carolina.
So, our town was founded, not by Unitarians, but by pagan Indians. They were pagan because the Christians said they were. And they convinced some Indians into becoming Christians; many kept their own beliefs and kept them a secret, but some now preach hell and damnation, go figure. After what the Christians put them through, well, they had to comply or else. So then the Christian churches came, well, actually they kind of came with the Indians, and with that sin and damnation came, and whatever else. Heaven belonged to them only. They had earned it, and it didn’t matter if they killed innocent people or did other cruel and unusual things, nor did it matter if they broke all of the ten commandments, because they were true believers and only had to say, Oops.
Then many, many years later the Unitarians showed up. The Christians said that they were evil and that they ate babies. they actually said these things. Later on they said witches went there. Yes, I heard this too. Well, they did have some pagans, but then isn’t anyone who isn’t a Christian a pagan? They had atheists too, and then some very spiritual people of what beliefs I do not know, But these people too are pagans.
Sparrow Hawk Mountain, the mountain where the little boy in Where the Red Fern Grows lived, is where another church took root. They were a New Age group. Believed in Sophia. The Unitarians lost their fame for eating babies, and it was placed on the Sophias.Then the Sophias all fell into arguments, as all churches do, and disbanded. So far I have not heard if the Unitarians now eat children again. The christians may have given up on that one, but I don't count on it. But at the same time as the Sophias were arguing, so were the Methodists and the Unitarians, each with members in their own churches. It was in the air. People left these churches in droves. Satan had run amok. Then the Methodists and the Unitarians all made up, but the Sophias, well, they may still be at it still, if they are there at all. They had a sweet village complete with a fire department, but then people sold their homes and on and on.
Lake Wobegon goes like this, like what I just wrote, but he writes much better than I do, but I was not really interested in his town. I was interested in Tahlequah.
In his book you get some childhood stories that are kind of neat. Like how one of the kids buried his cat in a pet cemetery complete with a sermon and all that entailed. As a kid I had my own pet cemetery. I lost a lot of dogs to the highway that went through town because we had no fence. Poor people don't know how to take care of animals, or at least we didn't. I scrapped one of my dogs off Spring Street in Paso Robles, CA while crying over him. Took him two blocks to our house and buried him. I buried a dead gold fish and dug it up a year later to see what he looked like. The jar lid was rusty, so I hit the jar on a stone fence between our house and the field and cut my hand. I could see the scar for years. I am surprised that I didn’t get some horrible disease from doing this. What did it look like inside the jar? The napkin was an orange color. Like the Shroud of Turin, the body had disappeared, but not before leaving its mark. That’s all.
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An early compendium of Lake Wobegon lore, going back to the town's ignoble founding in the late 1800s and including a number of tales that made it into the monologues, like the car on the ice lottery for ice-out date. I read it to be impressed again by the virulence of the 95 Theses of a disaffected modern young guy rebelling against the constraints of small-town life, accusing his family and the community of innumerable offenses against joie de vivre, which has crippled his ability to life lifeDear Garrison Keillor,I read your book and liked it a lot. It took me a while to get through it, though. First I started reading it a couple of years ago, but I got so confused in the first few pages' footnotes about how many meters apart everything in town was that I thought it was going to be a boring book and quit. I started reading it again around August, and when I realized that you were just being cheeky, I quickly picked up on the style and began my enjoyment. I try not to be an obnoxious
Ah, I miss the old days, those innocent Goodreads days of pretzels and beer, Wittgenstein and Gertrude Stein, and of course, Celebrity Death Matches. So I'm reviving one of my personal favourites. I call it...CELEBRITY DEATH MATCH No 83.BOY GEORGE : Willkommen, bienvenue, welcome Meine Damen und Herren, Mesdames et Messieurs, Ladies and Gentlemen! Guten abend, bon soir, good evening! Wie geht's? Comment ca va? Do you feel good? Ich bin euer confrencier, je suis votre compere, I am your host!
I really wanted to love this book. Me and Garrison Keillor have spent a great deal of time together on the road, as I would listen to him ramble on about his times spent on the shores of Lake Wobegon during the fantastic radio show that is Prarie Home Companion.Of course, I had a feeling that a book dedicated to these long winded tales of days never-existing would find themselves to be too long for their own good, but I had really hoped things would be different.I spent several nights trying to
I feel like I should either give this 1-Star for being boring/pointless/smug twaddle, or 5-Star for being a masterpiece of observation/eternal truth/great american novel, buuut... I can't get excited enough about it either way - there were some amusing/touching parts and some passages that I just skipped cos they didn't seem to add anything; impressed by the craft/ambition, annoyed by the mixed messages (repressive or idyllic - you decide... and no, it can't be both). So 3.
Still a fav. So funny.
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