Roadkill by Kinky Friedman

Roadkill
(Kinky Friedman #10)
by Kinky Friedman

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This isn’t the cover of the edition I have (drat the luck),

but I couldn’t resist using the cover featuring Willie.

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You could say the whole adventure began the day I looked in the bathroom mirror and saw the gypsy. That explanation might not hold up in a court of law, but as far as I’m concerned it’s close enough for country dancing. I’d come in rather late the night before and as I slept I was visited by a strange and singularly vivid dream. Without going into graphic details, let me just say that I finally came across the girl in the peach-colored dress who was being held captive by a remote tribe deep in the jungles of Borneo. By disguising myself as a middle-aged orangutan, I was at last able to secure her release but not, however, before they took two Frisbees and used them to make her lips big.

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After a promising little string of successfully solved cases, for some unknown reason clients now seemed to be staying away in droves. Not only was my professional life moving along with all the fluid grace of a midtown traffic jam, but my personal life had slowed to a virtual standstill as well.

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Cover blurb:

Who would slap an Indian curse on a good ol’ boy like country singer Willie Nelson? Probably the same person who’s been firing shots into Willie’s hotel room and sending nasty notes promising the cowboy crooner a one-way ticket to the big rodeo in the sky. Could it have something to do with the medicine man who got run over by Willie’s tour bus one dark night? If anyone can find out, it’s ace troubleshooter and well-known troublemaker Kinky Friedman–on the road again in his tenth wickedly funny, off-the-wall mystery caper.

Warning: The character doesn’t even pretend to be politically correct. In fact, he appears to revel in not being so. That being said, I find these books hilariously biting and humorous.

Do you enjoy books with plenty of humor? What are you reading now?

10 comments on “Roadkill by Kinky Friedman

  1. Oh, I could laugh a lot with this book! Thanks for sharing…and I love Willie Nelson…LOL.

    Here’s mine: “PRETENDING TO DANCE”

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    • Dagny says:

      Yea, another Willie fan! I’ve barely started this one, but loved most of the earlier ones in this series. A couple of them were just so-so, but the rest were hilarious.

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  2. Diane says:

    Sure sounds fun! I saw Willie on Jimmy Kimmel the other night and must say he seems pretty sharp for 82.

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  3. Yvonne says:

    Sounds good. I like humor in my books.

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  4. Liz Dexter says:

    I’ve never read any of his books but have skirted round them a few times, not sure why. This one does look fun, though!

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  5. This sounds like a pretty hilarious read! Glad you’re enjoying it! Sometimes not being PC is okay, haha. Thanks for sharing (:

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    • Dagny says:

      It is in this case. Aside from the fact that it’s fiction, Kinky isn’t mean-spirited, he just blurts things out and tells it like it is. He makes just as much fun of himself as of anyone else.

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