Richard S. Friedman, known as Kinky Friedman, styles himself in the mold of great American satirists, blending humor and keen observation. His writing is characterized by a distinctive, often wry voice that delves into the absurdities of life with a sharp wit. Friedman's work, frequently exploring dark comedic themes, offers readers a unique literary experience that is both entertaining and thought-provoking. He crafts narratives that resonate with an insightful, often unconventional perspective on the human condition.
Kinky Friedman, the poet of country music, the misogynist of mystery, the writer, musician and all-rounder, is the author of this collection of tales of murder, mystery and general screwing around. The three novels included in this volume are Musical Chairs, Frequent Flyer, and Elvis, Jesus & Coca-Cola.
There is - and could only ever be - one Billy Bob Thornton: actor, musician, Academy Award-winning screenwriter, and accidental Hollywood badass. In this book, he spins colourful tales of his dirt-poor Southern upbringing, his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, his life, his loves, and, of course, his movie career.
This collection of three stories includes A Case of Lone Star, Greenwich Killing Time, and When the Cat's Away. All of the stories feature the same wise-cracking, cigar-smoking, cat-loving reluctant hero-detective and are based in New York.
The Kinkster is at his best in a third bumper volume collecting the 7th, 8th and 9th of his outrageously good cult detective novels together. In Armadillos and Old Lace the Kinkster decides to take a break from big-city murder and mayhem but has scarcely arrived in Texas before his friend, Judge Knox, turns up at his ranch wanting to talk about four dead little old ladies. God Bless John Wayne sees Kinky once again ensconced in his Lower Manhattan loft, having taken on the deceptively tame assignment of helping his pal Ratso find his true birth mother. In The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover the Kinkster is hired to find a missing husband, but soon figures out that he may be in a lot more trouble than he's bargained for - the FBI is after him!Even More Kinky Friedman allows readers once again to benefit from a triple dose of Kinky's irreverent wit and hilarious wisdom.
A story featuring the foul-mouthed Kinky Friedman, ace private eye. Little old ladies are dropping dead at an alarming rate in the vicinity of the family's ranch/summer camp in Texas, and Kinky is asked to investigate. A faded photograph of ten pretty girls is just the clue he needs.
The place is New York City's Greenwich Village. The corpse is found holding 11 pink roses. The suspects are as strange as the crime. And the detective just happens to be a country singer named Kinky Friedman in his wild, witty, and wisecracking debut novel.
Kinky Friedman offers a lively exploration of Austin, sharing his personal favorites and quirky insights about the city. Readers can discover unique spots, including President Bush's preferred burger joint, as Friedman combines humor and local lore. This entertaining journey captures the spirit of Austin through the eyes of the original Texas Jewboy, making it a must-read for fans of the city and its vibrant culture.
'If there's one thing I hate,' I said to the beautiful woman on the airplane, 'it's meeting a beautiful woman on an airplane.' However, when the beautiful woman in question suddenly disappears into thin air and Kinky is left holding her hot-pink imitation-leather suitcase it seems as if he is destined to meet the alluring Khadija Kejela again. Their fateful encounter leads to a trail of Arab terrorists, State Department officials and Israeli spys fighting their way through Kinky's Vandam Street loft in order to retrieve a cache of missing passports from the little pink suitcase. One corpse, a lot of cat shit, a pickled finger, several shots of Jamesons and countless cigars later the mystery is solved - but not before Kinky discovers a nasty thing or two about his comely travelling companion.
Kinky Friedman has always proven himself to be a master of the offbeat and irreverent, and still manages to pull off a helluva whodunit in the process. Now the Kinkster may have met his match in this superbly crafted, fiendishly clever tale of a murderer who's methodically killing off unsuspecting Manhattan men. Gallingly, all clues point toward Kinky. Greenwich Village is the setting for Ten Little New Yorkers, a tale of murder and mayhem as only Friedman can warble it and featuring his usual suspects, including Ratso -- Dr. Watson to Kinky's singular Sherlock Holmes. As the clues and bodies pile up and the cops strong-arm Kinky as their man, he has to jump through hoops to find the real killer, all the while maintaining his outrage and, of course, his innocence. The murderer may be someone close to Kinky, which leads to a shocker of an ending that will surely take Kinky devotees completely by surprise. With a wink and a nod to Dame Agatha (as in Christie), after which all resemblance to those classic mysteries fades, this is one of Friedman's most complex and irresistible page-turners yet. Cunningly tentous issues of life, death, guilt, innocence, love, loss, and the danger of false confessions, this is Kinky Friedman at his wily, suspenseful, and sacrilegious best.
