Armadillos and Old Lace by Kinky Friedman
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
The most amusing part of this book was the language. The hyperbole is simply astounding in its expression. Much else leaves me wanting more. To be honest, the set up and the characterization were wonderful right up to the point at which Kinky is introduced to the case. Basically Kinky comes home and is thrust into a mystery he doesn’t want… such then drives him crazy. I know that Kinky Friedman is often compared to Hunter S Thompson… In form yes. But here there is very little of Thompson’s super-critical awareness of culture: Why are we here? What are we doing? Instead in this mystery Kinky has as as much done to him as he does doing. In otherwords he seems to solve the case simply by being present. So no spoilers here, because there isn’t much to spoil… Maybe I’m spoiled by the hyperactive detective dramas on tv nowadays. In a way this book was pleasant as it as quick, but mainly because it stayed innocent much like a Nancy Drew mystery story. Some danger, some sexuality. Nothing graphic. I think in part, my expectations were off. Still the language is superb. And in that sense isn’t that literally what we read?
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