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Kinky Friedman

Simon&Schuster 1996 238pp HB

"It was New Year's Day."

Well, T.S Eliot this may not be, but very funny nonetheless. I had this feeling that my sisters had discussed Mr Friedman but could not remember whether it was good or bad – had they read him, heard him, dated him? The reality of listening to him play at the Basement last year probably did not match my more lurid imaginings, but atleast I know that one of his personas from this novel is real.

Mr Friedman writes here in the first person – the Kinkstah is a Private Investigator who takes on the case of a Missing Husband at the same time as attempting to solve the mystery of a good friend supposedly being followed/bugged/stalked.

Deshell Hammet mixing bad country-western lyrics and a wicked sense of humour – lots of snappy dialogue, gratuitous name-dropping and foolish puns plus a surprisingly cool mystery that keeps you turnin’ those pages. Ooh, and conspiracy theories…Recommended