Yeah, the movie sucked, but luckily I read the book first. This was the first I’d read of Robbins. But it had the sprawling playfulness of the Illuminatus! trilogy, and the relentless ruminations on the squirtin’ universe that I learned to love in Burroughs. It’s weird and irreverent, and matches my personal outlook on Stuff so closely I almost forgot which came first. But if you’ve made assumptions about this book based on the title alone, I’ll spill a bean and tell you it refers to women masturbating in the open prarie. At least, that’s what my psychiatrist told me. Get thee to a nunnery! [Bantam]
