Blast from the past

Front Cover
Simon & Schuster, Sep 15, 1998 - Fiction - 254 pages
12 Reviews
Now, at last, it can be revealed! The TRUTH behind the legend! That Kinky Friedman... Where did he come from? How did he get that way? Shouldn't someone have called 911 long ago? Now, in Blast from the Past, nationally bestselling author Kinky Friedman has searched his failing memory and has come up with a novel about his early days in New York City and how Kinky Friedman, the down-and-out star-crossed country music performer, became Kinky Friedman, the down-and-out star-crossed ace detective. In this prequel to his earlier novels, one which gives new meaning to the term "retro," Kinkster fans are given the definitive answer to two of literature's great burning questions: Where the hell did those weird characters come from anyway? And what about that puppet head? Of course, it's not just Kinky himself who gets retroed, but all the Village Irregulars as well -- Ratso, Rambam, and McGovern -- who are glimpsed in the nascent stage, as is the ever-luscious Stephanie DuPont, who blasts upon the scene as a five-year-old nymphet in patent-leather spikes. Imagine it's the '70s. Imagine the Lone Star Cafe is still alive and well. Imagine that it's still okay to do drugs, still okay to have unprotected sex, still okay to paddle a brat and spank a monkey. And imagine you are there, in the '70s, at the Lone Star, sipping a brew with the Kinkster, a much younger, even kinkier Kinky -- uncouth, unshaped, unrepentant, and frequently unconscious. But lest you think that Blast from the Past is all nostalgia, be assured that Kinky has supplied a bang-up plot as well, much of which revolves around the mystery of who this guy Tim is who Judy exclaims about while being hosed by Kinky, and the question of whether or not the Feds have found Abbie Hoffman, who has been playing hide-and-seek in Ratso's apartment. Or something like that. As always, it's great, unpredictable fun from a true original, whose "Irreverent, bawdy and often outrageous adventures are like no others," as says The San Diego Union-Tribune. In Blast from the Past, you'll find the Kinkster in top form and at his most outrageous.

From inside the book

What people are saying - Write a review

User ratings

5 stars
1
4 stars
2
3 stars
5
2 stars
3
1 star
1

Review: Blast from the Past (Kinky Friedman #11)

User Review  - Luseride - Goodreads

Written as a prequel Blast From the Past looks back into the past to introduce us all into the particular way in which Kinky goes from a barely employed musician to a barely employed musician and ... Read full review

Review: Blast from the Past (Kinky Friedman #11)

User Review  - Pat - Goodreads

Kinky in New York. Meets Jill who sees her ex-husband who supposedly died in Vietnam. Boring. Read full review

Common terms and phrases

About the author (1998)

Kinky Friedman lives in a little green trailer in a little green valley deep in the heart of Texas. There are about ten million imaginary horses in the valley and quite often they gallop around Kinky's trailer, encircling the author in a terrible, ever-tightening carousel of death. Even as the hooves are pounding around him in the darkest night, one can hear, almost in counterpoint, the frail, consumptive, ascetic novelist tip-tip-tapping away on the last typewriter in Texas. In such fashion he has turned out eleven novels, including Roadkill, The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, God Bless John Wayne, Armadillos & Old Lace, and Elvis, Jesus & Coca-Cola. A pet armadillo called Dilly, a small black dog named Mr. Magoo, and two cats -- Dr. Scat and Lady Argyle -- can sometimes be found sleeping with Kinky in his narrow, monastic, Father Damien-like bed.

Bibliographic information