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The only Robbins I read to the end was Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas. I'd already read a few John Barth novels, and Robbins struck me as a somewhat forced (but apparently successful) attempt at a more accessible John Barth. Friends prevailed upon me to try something else by Robbins, so I started Another Roadside Attraction, but it seemed like more of the same: forced exoticness, try-hard absurdism, and next to zero sympathy for his characters. That last point is the clincher for me, and what I think distinguishes Murakami at his most absurd (Kafka on the Shore) from Robbins. To me it didn't seem like Robbins liked or had much faith in his characters or his readers.
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