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Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover (USA 2011) From the Publisher: About "The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover", from the Author's Introduction: "...This novel is simply what it professes to be: a novel. But through what Mark Twain called "abstruse learning," the reader can discern clearly that quite often the differences between the mob and the FBI are not as great as their similarities. Invoking the wrath of either organization, of course, requires pawn shop balls.... The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, to be sure, gets closer than Geraldo Rivera ever did to solving the mystery of what actually became of Al Capone's secret fortune...." Vandam Press is proud to be able to make this remarkable novel available again to Kinky's old friends and to those readers worldwide who are discovering Kinky Friedman for the first time. Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover. Vandam Press, ISBN: 9781937010089 (May, 2011), eBook, 680 KB (ca. 240 p.), $9.99.
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Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover (USA 1997) From the Publisher: Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover. A Novel. Ballantine Books, ISBN: 0345415094 (September, 1997), 238 p., $11.95.
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Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover (UK 1997) From the Publisher: When longtime friend and loyal member of the Village Irregulars Michael McGovern first complains of being watched by mysteri- ous men, of getting threatening telephone calls from a dead gangster named Leaning Jesus, and then disappears -- along with the lovely Polly - Kinky comes to the only conclusion that could conceivably link these j disparate events: the FBl is after him! The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover is vintage Kinky Friedman - his most thrilling adventure to date will delight his legions of fans. Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover. Faber & Faber, ISBN: 0571178669 (May, 1997), 179 p., £8.99.
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Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover (USA 1996) From the Publisher: "The world's funniest, bawdiest, and most politically incorrect country music singer turned mystery writer... a classic.... The humor gleams as brightly as Kinky's brontosaurusforeskin cowboy boots." -- THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW Well, if you don't know what these folks are so excited about, then read The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover and you'll soon find out. Filled with adventure, passion, excitement, and a fair amount of talk about cats and puppet heads, this latest installment in the ongoing saga of man's inhumanity to the English language finds New York's most cosmic private detective launched once again on an investigation that leads him far afield of both the law and the lower Manhattan loft he calls home. In The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, Kinky Friedman, the author, has Kinky Friedman, the detective (in real life, the two are not related), rush to the aid of a lovely young woman, only to find that he is up to his shin splints in trouble of a disconcerting kind. Soon after Polly Price hires him to find her miss- ing husband, Kinky smells a rat. But it's not until he's been shot by the D.C. police and locked in a burning limousine by a Chicago chauffeur that he realizes he may be the one with his tail in a trap. Then, when Michael McGovern, longtime friend and loyal member of the Village Irregulars, com- plains first of being watched by mysterious men, then of getting threatening phone calls from a dead gangster named Leaning Jesus, and finally disappears -- and along with him, the lovely Polly -- Kinky comes to the only conclusion that conceivably could link these disparate events: the FBI is after him! As The Washington Post Book World said, "Nothing is sacred in a Kinky Friedman book. Friedman and his characters will take on any sub- ject and have at it. Therein lies his charm." Well, in The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, readers will find the ever-insouciant Kinky at his charming best. Kinky FRIEDMAN lives in a little green trailer in a little green valley deep in the heart of Texas. There are about ten million imaginary horses in the valley and quite often they gallop around Kinky's trailer, encircling the author in a terrible, evertightening carousel of death. Even as the hooves are pounding around him in the darkest night, one can hear, almost in counterpoint, the frail, consumptive, ascetic novelist tip-tip-tapping away on the last typewriter in Texas. In such fashion he has turned out nine novels including God Bless John Wayne, Armadillos & Old Lace, and Elvis, Jesus & Coca-Cola. Two cats, Dr. Scat and Lady Argyle; a pet armadillo called Dilly; and a small black dog named Mr. Magoo can sometimes be found sleeping with Kinky in his narrow, monastic, Father Damien-like bed. Kinky Friedman: The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover. Simon & Schuster, ISBN: 0684803771 (September, 1996), 238 p., $23.00.
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