God Bless John Wayne
Since Sam Spade, no private investigator has been charmed to see a deadbeat client darken his door - and country singers turned amateur detectives are no exception. That goes double for deadbeats who are their friends. So when Ratso - longtime pal, assistant crime solver, and notorious nonpayer - come to Kinky with a case of his own, the Kinkster is reluctant to take it on. But if there's one thing a country singer relates to, it's mamas, and it's his long-lost birth mother that adoptee Ratso is seeking. The case turns sour in a hurry, and soon it gets hard to tell the murder victims from the suspects. One thing's for certain: Kinky would rather have a deadbeat for a client than be a dead dick.
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God bless Kinky Friedman. I think I'm in love with the little pervert. Kinky puts himself in harm's way yet again, this time to help establish NY Ratso's origins. Scary thought that. Kinky has a wonderful way of crucifying the English language, but the result is a truly enjoyable escape. Read full review