The brilliance of Tom Robbins’ sensuality lies in his innate ability to make you fall in love with everyone. In Still Life With Woodpecker, there is no clear cut villain, nor hero, despite the fact that, at the outset, Bernard is preparing to blow shit up like the true anarchist he is. Yet Bernard slowly unravels throughout the novel to be quite more than just a self-proclaimed outlaw. He is, in fact, a romantic. It is the deep romanticism – and idealism – that lives in each character that makes you fall deeply in love with them. As a twenty-something heterosexual female, however, Bernard stands above the rest in making my heart go pitter-patter.