Even Hemingway was reading this book
He had one hand on a gun, his other hand
on the book, but once he started reading
he dropped the gun. As everyone knows, you can't really do suicide while you're laughing.
The gun hit the floor and went off, shooting Papa's clock, killing it.
On the upside, it was a free-range cuckoo.
The writing is nearly finis on RED JUMBO.
Red is a left-wing unemployed bored alcoholic who has made two big decisions today.
And since the turn of the century.
His first decision was to become a private eye, starting tomorrow, and his first case involves
the death of the Mexican maid at the estate of Mrs. Hamptons (and her husband, Mr. Hamptons).
Mrs. Hamptons is an ultra right-wing, Southern California liquor magnate and anti- immigration lobbyist with an electric fence around her house.
Mrs. Hamptons is so afraid of getting coffee in her cream, she's even got electric dresses!
Red's other decision today is to stop drinking. For him, this case will be either a conflict
of interest ... or attention span.
The novel RED JUMBO is meant for good clean fun on a brisk red and yellow autumn afternoon, maybe by the silver-blue moonlight of a summer night (other seasons, too), accompanied by a refreshing glass of your favorite pain-killer, but it will also introduce a real world changer:
the kind-hearted concept of "under the table citizenship" will show up in this story
(until the table is irrelevant), about as subtle as the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Wild and warm as Charlie Parker's horn.
Occasionally calm, like moonlight on a pillow case.
A Utopian Non-Detective Novel, in which no one is illegal.
Or a detective.