Musical Chairs

Rating:
Summary: Great entry in Kinky series
Review: For those not familiar with Kinky Friedman's semi-autobiographical adventures as the country-singer-turned-detective with the skewed take on the world, this one has it all. This is probably the most outrageous book in the series (up to this point, anyway).

Kinky's at his best when he's interacting with the motley crew of musicians, journalists, and lesbian dance instructors who constantly threaten to topple his comfort and peace. In Musical Chairs, almost the entire cast of Jewboys (Kinky's real life band) are on hand and they're bringing some of Texas with them to the Big Apple. The only problem with the riotous reunion is that someone wants them dead and is picking them off one by one.

No matter how many bass players die the show must go on. There isn't a lot of seriousness to the Kinky series as it is, and the story is almost an afterthought in this one. Just sit back and (ignoring a few problems with the hastily crafted ending) watch the un-PC ramblings of the band and Kinky's own problems with cat vomit, the price of chicken fried steak, and dead musicians in the shower (or "rain room", as the man himself would put it). Hilarious and very worthwhile.

Rating:
Summary: Great entry in Kinky series
Review: For those not familiar with Kinky Friedman's semi-autobiographical adventures as the country-singer-turned-detective with the skewed take on the world, this one has it all. This is probably the most outrageous book in the series (up to this point, anyway).

Kinky's at his best when he's interacting with the motley crew of musicians, journalists, and lesbian dance instructors who constantly threaten to topple his comfort and peace. In Musical Chairs, almost the entire cast of Jewboys (Kinky's real life band) are on hand and they're bringing some of Texas with them to the Big Apple. The only problem with the riotous reunion is that someone wants them dead and is picking them off one by one.

No matter how many bass players die the show must go on. There isn't a lot of seriousness to the Kinky series as it is, and the story is almost an afterthought in this one. Just sit back and (ignoring a few problems with the hastily crafted ending) watch the un-PC ramblings of the band and Kinky's own problems with cat vomit, the price of chicken fried steak, and dead musicians in the shower (or "rain room", as the man himself would put it). Hilarious and very worthwhile.