Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins

Robbins lays all this down in three basic kinds of writing: plain cute, wise cute, and abstract cute. But-enter The Woodpecker again he and Leigh-Cheri are sealed within the pyramid by the jealous Arab and, ultimately, it's dynamite once more to the rescue.

When their ecstatic love is interrupted by The Woodpecker's temporary jailing (dynamite remains his hobby he wears gunpowder T-shirts), Leigh-Cheri languishes, finally agreeing to marry an importunate Arab playboy if he'll promise to build for her a modern pyramid. 'The Woodpecker,' an outlaw political bomber given to eating Hostess Twinkies, saying 'Yum' constantly, and philosophizing about outlaws, the moon, pyramids, and the profundity stored in the Camels cigarette package.

It's the love-story/ fairy-tale of Princess Leigh-Cheri Furstenberg-Barcalona, daughter of an exiled royal South American family living in Seattle-who, on a trip to Hawaii to attend a 'Geo-Therapy Care Fest,' meets and is swept off her feet by Bernard Mickey Wrangle a.k.a. Even Cowgirls Get the Blues (1976) had enough liberation-chic amid the pop gyrations to win Robbins a cultish following-and he'll certainly need a preconditioned audience for this even less substantial concoction.

Still Life with Woodpecker by Tom Robbins