Princess Naughty and the Voodoo Cadillac

There are no new stories, only variations on previous stories. The cleverness of this book makes it funny and unusual--just what I like. If you like a story with no good guys (like in real life) this book is for you.

As with Down on Ponce, Fred Willard takes us on a journey through volatile terrain -- the underbelly of Atlanta, those seedy sidewalks, infested flop houses and lunatics dens of what might otherwise be considered a forward thinking city. And he does it with smart biting humor.What we have here is a group of criminals and would-be master minds embroiled in a game of one-upmanship that culminates in a slam bang surprising effect. Even Willard's supporting characters create havoc in this ever escalating mayhem and madness. But at the heart of Princess Naughty is a love story that makes you happy to be alive. If you want a fun, fast, wild ride of a novel, BUY THIS BOOK.

If you have read Willard's first book, DOWN ON PONCE, the first coupla chaps might throw you -- this is a bigger, broader book, third person, with more "scope." At first, that can make it seem less intimate. But just go with it for more than 2 chaps (and these are SHORT chaps) and you will be sucked right in. Under all the violence and cynicism (on the part of the characters) and BLACK BLACK HILARIOUS BLACK humor, there is JUST the SWEETEST love story going on -- oh yum. Toe-scrunchingly sweet, causing you to have GREAT BIG YEARNINGS for things to work out okay even though you are essentially reading about bad, bad criminals who do bad, bad things. Everything CONNECTS wonderfully in this book. NOTHING is gratuitous. Is a character spending a page prancing around delightfully in a gun-slinger girl outfit? Pay attention. It'll hook up later. BOTTOM LINE: If you can't love a book that can simultaneously reference Island of the Housewives and Antonin Artaud, there is no love in you.

Once again, Fred nails it to the page. He combines the authenticity of character of Elmore Leonard, the word craft of Charles Portis with the wild imagination of Christopher Moore. Is it true he's scripting a movie?