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Summary: I just could not put it down
Review: I polished this book off in one day.. It was funny, sometimes a little far fetched but down right great.. I had people looking funny at me on the train as I found myself accidently blurting out laughing during several chapters.. I noticed several people looking at the cover to see what it was I was so intently and hystericly reading.. I have a long train commute and it made for a short days trip. I ran out the next day to buy David Stukas next book called "Down for the Count" I am half way through this one and I am just as satisfied. Read these 2 books, you wont be disapointed.
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Summary: Hardly the Hardies, and one heck of a Nancy
Review: I really, really, really, really hated the character Michael in this book. He's selfish, gorgeous, dumb, rich, and lives a successfully oversexed life with total inability to commit to more than a few-nights-stands and perverse threesomes.
The thing is, you love to hate Michael. You adore hating Michael. You secretly want to be Michael. Even better, the narrative voice of this story, Michael's friend Robert, is caught in the same twisted hate/envy of Michael as the rest - and his wise-cracking (and mystery-novel devouring) lesbian friend Monette is right beside him in the "Love/Hate Michael" fan-club.
So, when Michael finally decides to settle down, and - of course - scores a perfect southern hunka hunka burning love named Max, you can't help but burst out laughing when Robert imagines himself poisioning Michael (his Martini, of course) and then "helping" Max through the grieving period - and ending up with him, of course. Alas, Michael and Max are marrying in a big gay wedding, and Robert, illusions of murder aside, helps out the best he can as he always does...
...except Max leaves Michael at the altar, and skips town with Max's priceless Matisse, and suddenly, Love'em'and'leave'em Michael is the jilted one, and things take a turn for the fun.
Michael decides to go hunt down Max, and [do away with] him, and Robert goes with him to try and calm him down. Alas, when someone else [does away with] Max first, and everything points towards Michael and Robert, things get even crazier, and funny, and wild, and wacky. It's a blast. It's a campy thrill. And when Monette joins our hardly Hardy Boys as a sort of butch Nancy Drew, it just gets better. Bette Davis drag divas abound, cryptic notes, baffling red herrings, and all night perverse [love]-a-thons make this the campiest of mysteries I've read in a very long time.
Grab it. You'll hate Michael too.
'Nathan
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Summary: Awful
Review: I think that I am a fair person, and I try to see the good in everything. However, I really think there is nothing good about this book; I did read the complete book, but found myself wishing it was over. This whole book smacks of something thrown together for a gay audience, but I think the gay community is more intelligent than that, and that it deserves much better.The plot is thin and very underdeveloped. There are supposed plot twists that lead to nothing and are never explained - for example, who had rifled through Robert's bag whilst he and Michael were staying at Michael's mother's? No murder mystery should have a murder committed by a character that is only introduced as he is revealed - where is the fun for the reader in that? I don't entirely agree with other critics who have said that the characters are not likeable. I liked Monette, and quite liked Michael, but hated lead character Robert. I could not understand what the relationship between Michael and Robert was based upon, certainly their stilted conversations did not reveal much warmth. They both seemed to be tired and despairing of each other the whole time. The "comedy" in the book was tired and lamentable. I cannot believe that the Booklist reviewer proclaimed this, "laugh-out-loud entertainment." The book is also very badly edited, there were about four mistakes within the first two pages. Later on, dialogue is mis-attributed, which probably suggests that the proofreader was bored by this novel and may not have completed the job. I sincerely hope that this is not David Stukas's best work. That aside, it is extremely unlikely that I shall ever read another of his novels...
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Summary: Simply dreadful
Review: I was hoping for some light, entertaining vacation reading. What I got instead was a silly, vapid, ANNOYING book which teeters on the edge of offense. The characters are as shallow as saucers, and about as intelligent. The plot is hopeless, and the protagonist is so full of self-dislike that it's painful to read. To paraphrase Eric Idle, this is not a book for reading, it's a book for laying down and avoiding.
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Summary: Adequate
Review: If you are looking to kill a few hours by reading a book that you won't remember much after you finish then this is the book for you. The book tried very hard to be witty by introducing the usual stereotypical "WACKY" best friends of the "Normal" hero. "i.e. the self involved oversexual spoiled changes boyfriends like socks gay guy as well as the gigantic frizzy haired lesbian confidante. Unfortunatly they just didn't ad much. Basically the friend gets publically dumped for the first time ever, tracks the guy down to Provincetown and rents a fabulous beachouse from which he will figure out some sort of revenge. Dragging his midwestern friend along there are parties, leathermen and bad drag shows but all of it seems to be phoned in. If you love this style and want a book that does it a bit better try "My Blue Heaven" but as I said before, if you are just looking for a not unpleasent way to kill a few hours on the beach this book is fine.
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Summary: Fun Read
Review: If you like a breezy fun-filled not too serious mystery, then this for you. Characters are almost caricatures but are still the most enjoyable part of the book. I look forward to the next installment in this series
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Summary: ...but who cares?
Review: If you like characters who are badly developed and don't behave like anybody in the universe actually would; if you appreciate silly and hopelessly predictable plotting; if you guffaw helplessly over tired and ruthlessly contrived attemps at comedic writing; and if you don't care when a book wastes your time, this one's for you! The author presents us with characters it's all but impossible to care about or empathize with. It's even unclear why they care about each other, except on the most superficial level. The plot has everything but the kitchen sink thrown into it, but the result isn't entertainingly chaotic, merely disorganized and annoying. As for the alleged comedy--well, the situations are supposedly madcap, but they're so painfully contrived as to lose all possibility of comic effect. It's like watching a standup comic who's trying way too hard to get a laugh. It's exactly that painful. Nobody is more intrigued than I by a book sporting a man with huge pecs on the cover. I automatically want to like a book with such cover art. I try very, very hard to enjoy it, and I give it every benefit of the doubt. And I admit, there are men with big pecs in the book. But the author's constant reliance on hyperbole in describing them and everything else devalues even this possible source of pleasure. This is an author who means well, and a book that sincerely wishes to be entertaining. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. . .
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Summary: But Who Cares
Review: If you like one dimensional characters who don't in any way behave like actual human beings, hopelessly muddled and unrealistic plotting, copious factual inaccuracies, and comedic writing as flat as yesterday's champagne, this is the book for you. It's hard to believe something like this could be published. It's hard to believe any editor would allow it on the streets in such deplorable condition. It's hard for me to believe I actually read it clear to the end. If you want madcap mysteries, see the books of Grant Michaels and Fred Hunter, who do this kind of thing much better.
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Summary: Ugh.
Review: Irritating is the only word to describe this sophomoric, underdeveloped, witless piece of junk. Not only is the narrator character completely unlikeable, he's the worst kind of unlikeable - the kind that thinks he's being witty and charming while he's coming off whiny and full of himself. If you wouldn't spend time with him in real life, why read about him? The rest of the characters fare no better, with one dimensional stereotypes on every page. The mystery, if you can call it that, is so thin you could almost put it on a plate and call it beef carpaccio - except that it's far less substantial. Finally, there are so many editing errors in the text that it's distracting, which seems to be a common problem with this publisher (Kensington, I think). Either hire an editor who knows the language or stop printing these books, please. Readers of gay mysteries deserve far better than this tripe. Don't waste your money.
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Summary: Funny, funny, FUNNY!
Review: It's not often that I'm laughing out loud while reading a murder mystery, but this one had me chuckling and guffawing as I turned the pages. I haven't enjoyed a mystery as much as this one in a long time. I can't wait to hook up with Michael, Robert and Monette again. I hope David Stukas is working on a new book. He's made a fan here!
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