i found a bunch of daniel pinkwater novels in a used bookstore a few weeks ago, and have just now gotten around to re-reading them. i adored pinkwater as a kid, but hadn't thought about him for years - not because i stopped loving him, but because his books are these perfectly and transcendently weird marvels that seem to exist in a different realm of existence entirely, emerging suddenly to delight you page by page only to erase itself from the world as soon as the last page has been turned.
SLIGHT DIGRESSION: the other night, i had a dream involving (no joke) me in a spaceship crashing onto a mysterious planet, some selkies (maybe friendly, maybe not), marauding dinosaurs, ian mckellen doing a rehearsal of one of the lord of the rings films, and the japanese pop band KAT-TUN. of course, the dream made perfect sense at the time, unspooling through the surreal logic of the sleeping mind, though what remains in the light of day is only those few strange fragments and absolutely no recollection of the narrative arc that tied them all together.
daniel pinkwater's books are maybe the closest anyone's ever gotten to recreating one of those tremendously fun, tremendously bizarre kinds of dreams in the light of day, i think. the only way i can really tell you the plot is to tell it step by step, word by word even, because otherwise it sounds like gibberish: snarking out, and captain shep nesterman with dharmawati his performing chicken, and the sinister plot surrounding a giant avocado computer (not a giant computer that is avocado-colored, a giant avocado that is also a sentient computer - a.k.a. a vegputer) in a battle against evil alien realtors (not realtors who are strange or foreign, but realtors who are literally from outer space), and adolph the orangutan who is also the conductor for the sri lanka national orchestra (not to be confused with mr. gorilla, the human wrestler/bodyguard) . . . . . .
early on in this novel, pinkwater, that sly devil, slips in a passage about laurel and hardy movies that could easily also be applied to his books:
The thing about Laurel and Hardy movies that you can't get from the chopped-up versions on television is how beautiful they are. Things happen exactly at the moment they have to happen. They don't happen a second too soon or too late. You can even predict what's going to happen - and it does happen - and it surprises you anyway. It doesn't surprise you because it happened, but because it happened so perfectly. I laughed so hard that I cried.
reader, i laughed so hard that i cried. i can't explain to you why; i can only demand that you read the whole thing, too.