Those four words in that particular order might be my favourite in the English language. They don’t describe anything really exciting. Many people go trout fishing and many people do it in America. However, once you’ve read the book of the same name by Richard Brautigan Trout Fishing In America becomes something entirely different. It becomes a man, a statue, a creek, a weather pattern and a kool aid illuminated reality.
In fact, everything becomes Trout Fishing in America. Right now its raining, but in reality its Trout Fishing In America. The house across from me is Trout Fishing In America and while I am listening to Build Me Up Buttercup by the Foundations, it’s now Trout Fishing in America, performed by Trout Fishing in America. We don’t inhabit the universe, we inhabit Trout Fishing In America and its pretty great.
A few years ago, an American newspaper ran a feature on a man who changed his name to Trout Fishing In America. Normally, you’d say changing your name like that would be a pretty silly thing to do. But Trout Fishing In America is awesome, and all I can think is “man, that guy has an outstanding name”.
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