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Summary: THE BOOK HAS A PLACE OF HONOR ON MY TOILET
Review: Another success from the Kinsta. A bizarre plot with even more bizarre characters told in the inimitable style of the New Yorxan(Texorker?). While reading it on the plane from Houston to Boston it had me laughing out loud. I had to give my copy to the lady beside me and buy another when I landed. Few things these days can bring such simple joy and so much fun.
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Summary: Perhaps His Best!
Review: As someone who hardly ever reads fiction-I'm recommending this book to everyone!! Thank You Don Imus for plugging it one morning. His observations make you appreciate this author who has the capacity to be an elevating human presence. Mr. Friedman is an antidote for alienation and cynacism without ever being saccaharine. With prose this good he might get me to start listening to his music.. In closing, I've taken to thinking up the cast for the inevitable film version-How about Leon Redbone as the Kinkstah! Julie Haggertey as DT Judy?
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Summary: I laughed, I didn't cry, I finished it quickly
Review: Beach read. That pretty much somes it up. The chapters are fast and furious, with several great lines that are worth highlighting. A few times I laughed out loud. The plot wasn't that great, and the ending was a bit predictable. The two biggest problems were the recap ending(this is how it was done, my dear Watson...) and the plot was flimsy. But, if you are looking for something to kill a few hours, you could do worse.
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Summary: Funny, freaky, cool. Truly a wonderful reading experience.
Review: Country singer Kinky Friedman has become an author--and a
very very good one. He mixes suspense with jokes recalling
the best of Thurber, Perlman, Groucho Marx, and Woody Allen,
and then sprinkles in a heaping spoonful of masterful
pop-culture references.
The plot concerns a missing friend and his film of Elvis impersonators. While the book is quite funny, Friedman refuses to let the jokes obscure the story. Eventually, the
book reaches a comic crescendo, and the climax of the story.
As the readers gasp for air, Friedman ties up loose ends and
throws in a few jokes for the road.
This is Friedman's best work, and his best mention of his Jewish heritage can be found in the first line.
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Summary: Fine entry in the Kinster's mystery files...
Review: Elvis, Jesus and Coca-Cola might possibly be the least imaginative of the plot lines in the Kinky mysteries (at least up to that point). It involves two of Kinky's lady friends, cleverly dubbed Uptown Judy and Downtown Judy, who are unaware of the other's existence until one of them is killed and the Village Irregulars pounce on the case.For fans of the series, however, the plot lines are secondary to the humorous anectodes of our hero and the everyday situations that he finds himself. Kinky's friends are all featured extensively throughout the novel, which results in a number of hilarious boozy gatherings in various bars, restaurants and a gay burlesque theatre. The infighting between Ratso, Rambam, McGovern, Brennan and Kinky's new neighbor and her two yapping dogs make up for any shortcomings in the detective yarn. I always seem to read these out of sequence, but I remember this as one of the last great entries in the series. Soon, Friedman would start resorting to new twists (including a trip to Hawaii that would make the Brady Bunch writers cringe). These books are always the best when it's Kinky and his friends drunkenly stumbling through a new case, snapping off one-liners and stories from Kinky's Texas roots and days as a country singer. Good stuff.
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Summary: Fine entry in the Kinster's mystery files...
Review: Elvis, Jesus and Coca-Cola might possibly be the least imaginative of the plot lines in the Kinky mysteries (at least up to that point). It involves two of Kinky's lady friends, cleverly dubbed Uptown Judy and Downtown Judy, who are unaware of the other's existence until one of them is killed and the Village Irregulars pounce on the case. For fans of the series, however, the plot lines are secondary to the humorous anectodes of our hero and the everyday situations that he finds himself. Kinky's friends are all featured extensively throughout the novel, which results in a number of hilarious boozy gatherings in various bars, restaurants and a gay burlesque theatre. The infighting between Ratso, Rambam, McGovern, Brennan and Kinky's new neighbor and her two yapping dogs make up for any shortcomings in the detective yarn. I always seem to read these out of sequence, but I remember this as one of the last great entries in the series. Soon, Friedman would start resorting to new twists (including a trip to Hawaii that would make the Brady Bunch writers cringe). These books are always the best when it's Kinky and his friends drunkenly stumbling through a new case, snapping off one-liners and stories from Kinky's Texas roots and days as a country singer. Good stuff.
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Summary: Funny as ever
Review: I have read 4 of Kinkys books in the past few months, no one is better than the other, they all include very interesting characters and come bundled together with laughs a plenty. Kinky has a wonderful habit of making the extraordinary seem very ordinary, and he gives the ordinary an added twist of the extraordinary. This book is really harmless, and it is an easy read. As it is so laid back I found myself drifting and missing key moments but it really is a wonderful book for any depressed person who needs a laugh and a new outlook.
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Summary: Funny as ever
Review: I have read 4 of Kinkys books in the past few months, no one is better than the other, they all include very interesting characters and come bundled together with laughs a plenty. Kinky has a wonderful habit of making the extraordinary seem very ordinary, and he gives the ordinary an added twist of the extraordinary. This book is really harmless, and it is an easy read. As it is so laid back I found myself drifting and missing key moments but it really is a wonderful book for any depressed person who needs a laugh and a new outlook.
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Summary: Well what do you expect? ? ?
Review: If you pick up a book of a shelf, like I did, and find a title so compulsive as Elvis, Jesus and Coca-cola, like I did, that you just had to buy the Jesus thing to Jesus read it, like I did, then you're probably not looking for the 'great American novel' are you?. Let's face it, you want trash- compulsive, in your face politically incorrect post-modern alcoholic cigar stained trash. The guy is a Texan Oliver Reed pronounced in New York Hebrew, the antidote to the Woody Allen vision of the nerdy Jew. 'Down town Judy' for instance, didn't know she was called 'Down town Judy' because she didn't know there was an 'Uptown Judy' - I mean, don't you just love the rogue? , But hey, something is not quite right here is it Kinkster fans? As anyone who has read the eplilogue of this will know a certain character in the book is now lamentedly paws upwards wearing a baseball sweater. However, we are in this book introduced to a most delighfully propotioned figure with thighs all the way up to her characature, who arrives on the scene with two yappy little freinds that really are only good for wiping your windsheild with. In 'Spanking Watson' however, (a later book I think) the whiskered republican is still skulking between the two red telephones while the walking window wipes appear as old enemies together with their entirely more attractive and now familiar mistress. Now Kinkster, be real, tell us. Is chaiman Meow tucking in the great tuna salad in the sky or were the rumours of demise, shall we say-premature? It would'nt be the first time would it?
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Summary: Best in the morning
Review: My bad English is not able to explain how this book change my point of view about the Life. After that my awake in the morning is with the smile in my mouth...also on monday.
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