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Indlæser... The LOVE SONG OF J EDGAR HOOVER (Kinky Friedman Novels) (original 1996; udgave 1996)af Kinky Friedman
Work InformationThe Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover af Kinky Friedman (1996)
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. Plot? What plot? Who cares! I don't read him for the plots. His style, his humor are simply marvelous - a contagious guilty pleasure like watching Miss America in your crappiest clothes while eating junk food, drinking beer and making fun of the contestants. That's Friedman's appeal. He doesn't take himself or anyone else all that seriously. If you've gotten this far in the series, then you must be fan of Kinky Friedman's escapades, which can charitably be characterized as not politically correct. I find Kinky and his companions a fun free-for-all reading, sort of a flash! there's the plot, flash! there's the complication, and flash! it all ended. Friedman's songs, politics, and books are not for everyone, but they are an interesting bit of Americana. If you like infantile, vulgar, cheap-shot, left-wing, sniggering, woman-objectifying, whitetrashculture, adolescent, gay-pushing-the-edge-joking, 60s radical leftover, scatological, cigar chomping, he-male humor from sexagenarian Texan, Jewish country singer (Did I leave anything out?), this book is for you. You get references to schoolboy celebs from the 50s: Big John and Sparky(radio), Captain Midnight(B&W TV); a quick reference to Ann Richards, masturbation, and the texture of cheap, grimy new York apartment living. In his unconscious stream of babble you get a pearl in a pile, every so often. And he solves the mystery after duly (for a detective) getting knocked out, shot and messed with by a femme fatale client. What a book!
Die ungewöhnliche Ermittlung ohne übliche Verdächtige, ohne zufällige Ereignisse, die einem wirklich auf die Sprünge helfen, läßt zu viele Fragen unbeantwortet. Friedman schreibt seelenruhig über die Liga der Rotschöpfe, seine Klienten tauschen Kochrezepte aus, und der Leser wird mit Anekdoten und Wortspielen hingehalten. Der für Junggesellen fortgeschrittenen Alters mit einer Schwäche für fette Zigarren, starke Drinks und lakonische Katzen typische Humor ließe nicht nur auf Polly Prices hübschem Gesicht allenfalls ein müdes Lächeln entstehen. Belongs to SeriesMasters of Crime (9)
What do Bill Clinton, Nelson Mandela, Jackie Collins, Joseph Heller, Bob Dylan, and Willie Nelson have in common? They're all Kinky Friedman fans, of course. These notables, along with a posse of critics, discovered the Kinkster some time ago, and immediately began heaping praise and other assorted objects on him: The world's funniest, bawdiest, and most politically incorrect country music singer turned mystery writer . . . a classic. . . . The humor gleams as bright as Kinky's brontosaurusforeskin cowboy boots. -- The New York Times Book Review Kinky is the best whodunit writer to come along since Dashiell what's-his-name. -- Willie Nelson The Kinkster is a catcher, not in the rye, but in the sagebrush, and that's what is truly appealing about him and his work. -- Los Angeles Times Kinky, Mozart, Shakespeare -- with what could I equal them? -- Joseph Heller Well, if you don't know what these folks are so excited about, then read The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover and you'll soon find out. Filled with adventure, passion, excitement, and a fair amount of talk about cats and puppet heads, this latest installment in the on-going saga of man's inhumanity to the English language find New York's most cosmic private detective launched once again on an investigation that leads him far afield of both the law and the lower Manhattan loft he calls home. In The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, Kinky Friedman, the author, has Kinky Friedman, the detective (in real life, the two are not related), rush to the aid of a lovely young woman, only to find that he is up to his shin splints in trouble of a disconcerting kind. Soonafter Polly Price hires him to find her missing husband, Kinky smells a rat. But it's not until he's been shot by the D.C. police and locked in a burning limousine by a Chicago chauffeur that he realizes he may be the one with his tail in a trap. Then, when Michael McGovern, longtime friend and loyal member of the Village Irregulars, complains first of being watched by mysterious men, then of getting threatening phone calls from a dead gangster named Leaning Jesus, and finally disappears -- and along with him, the lovely Polly -- Kinky comes to the only conclusion the conceivably could link these disparate events: the FBI is after him As The Washington Post Book World said, Nothing is sacred in a Kinky Friedman book. Friedman and his characters will take on any subject and have at it. Therein lies his charm. Well, in The Love Song of J. Edger Hoover, readers will find the ever-insouciant Kinky at his charming best. No library descriptions found. |
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If you have read any Kinky Friedman you know what you’re in for; Al Capone’s chef Leaning Jesus, plenty of references to bodily functions, lots of cigar smoking and whiskey drinking and philosophising as Kinky heads to Washington DC and almost gets killed a few times. ( )