God Bless John Wayne

I usually read one Kinky Friedman book per summer. I find them the perfect getaway from the politically correct, inhibited times in which we sometimes attempt to live. Friendman's lair (Vandam St.) is only a few blocks from our own perch in Greenwich Village NY. Like him, I care deeply for espresso (French Italian blend from Porto Rico Importing Co.) and cigars. Our taste in animals differs. I prefer dogs and he is a cat man. We both share a dislike of lesbian dance classes being conducted above our digs. All in all, I dig the cat's lifestyle in a very big way man. His books don't take long to read. Buy one at JFK and chances are good you'll be done with it by the time you arrive somewhere....well alright....ANYWHERE! In his latest, he and his good buddy Ratso go hunting Ratso's birth parent, as if someone would ever take credit for giving birth to Ratso. For me the funniest parts take place with the Kinkster in Florida. I don't know why. Somehow the idea of a Jewish guy in Florida just seems so out of place. Anyway, settle down with a pot of espresso, a nice cigar, a bottle of Jamesons, and have a few laughs.

So it has an element or two of foreshadowing that you can see a mile away. And he ain't Shakespeare. Still Kinky has irreverant fun all the way through an attempt on his life, a few bottles of Jameson, a case of Cuban cigars, two Zippos and a tap dance rendition of Swan Lake by the lesbian dance class overhead. It's fun. Fans will not be disappointed

Kinky, has some of the most heinous humor with a direct in your face harmony woven into his own lifesytle observations. He can pack more wisdom in a sentence or paragraph than the average WASP can deal with but it is fun trying. The characters drum into your memory like the best of seifield without the dull commericals and TV editors watering down the context or meaning. So take yourself to the wild side of NYC , Texas, and homcide