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Tom Robbins is probably not a "least likely" for me, though it perhaps satisfies the concept. I've always had the impression that his inspiration comes from him asking friends and family (especially children), to give him some ridiculous premise for a book, and then he goes from there.
"Write a book about a woman with enormous thumbs" (Even Cowgirls Get The Blues)
"How about Immortality and Beets?" (Jitterbug Perfume)
"A can of beans, a dirty sock, a spoon, a painted stick and a conch shell" (Skinny Legs and All)
"Gees, I'm out of Camels. What were you saying, Tom?" (Still Life With Woodpecker)
...and so on.
His books stubbornly defy their front and back covers, and the ludicrous nature of some of their contents (Vatican Assassins, the smell of Pan, someone called "Bonanza Jellybean" which is possibly one of the coolest names ever) is usually marvelous. He's definitely a favourite author.
Cheers,
Marc
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