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| View Larger Image | The Mile High Club (Kinky Friedman Novels)
by Kinky Friedman
| | List Price: | $13.00 | | Price: | $11.05 | | You Save: | $1.95 (15%) |  | | Available: | Usually ships in 24 hours | | | | | Sales Rank: | 567657 | | Studio: | Pocket | | | Binding: | Paperback | | Number Of Pages: | 224 | | Publication Date: | September 01, 2001 | | Publisher: | Pocket |
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Product Description
It all starts with a casual flirtation, two people on a flight from Dallas to New York. She's gorgeous and mysterious; he's a private detective. When the plane lands, the detective -- our hero, Kinky -- finds he's been left holding the bag, literally. The woman, having asked the Kinkster to watch her luggage while she visits the can, has taken a powder and somehow vanished. Mystery Woman does turn up again, but not before Kinky has claimed the interest of an array of suits from the State Department, been party to a thwarted kidnap attempt by Arab terrorists, and found a dead Israeli agent parked on the toilet of his downtown Manhattan loft.Employing the able-bodied assistance of his usual sidekicks, the Village Irregulars, Kinky eventually gets to the bottom of all the comings and goings of the many visitors to his loft, including two late-night visits by the mysterious and suddenly affectionate woman from the plane and one not-so-late-night visit by her angry brother. Raunchy, offbeat, and hilarious, The Mile High Club, complete with a surprise ending, is Kinky at his considerable best. |
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What do you call someone who refers to any given objet as a "dingus," takes calls on a "blower," takes a "Nixon" rather than moving his bowels, and uses "ankles" as a verb? Try Kinky "Big Dick" Friedman, the fictional star of The Mile High Club, 1999's Spanking Watson, and 11 earlier amateur detective novels by the real-life musician-turned-novelist Kinky Friedman. As The Mile High Club opens, the Kinkster is holding forth with his gorgeous Middle Eastern seatmate, Khadija, on a flight from Dallas to New York City. As the plane begins its landing approach, Khadija rises to visit the loo, neither returning to her seat nor deplaning with the rest of the passengers. And Kinky's left holding her bag. Unable to reach her and intrigued by several callers claiming that they, in fact, had Khadija's bag, Kinky and his real private-eye friend, Rambam, (Rambam, writer Mike McGovern and the Watson-like Ratso are the series's "Village Irregulars") jimmy open the bag to find, among other things, a vibrator. "It has three gears apparently." "Does it have four-wheel drive?" "We have some slinky black lace panties, stockings, and lingerie." "Many terrorists shop at Victoria's Secret." "We have men's socks, undershirts, underwear." "Boxers or briefs?" "Extremely brief briefs. Khadija may be a little kinky. Pardon the expression." "If that's all that's in there, what's the big fuss about? That's pretty much standard contents for most carryon luggage when the final destination is the Village." "Yes, but they don't all include this," said Rambam, holding up a large plastic Baggie full of enough passports to make a customs agent put in for overtime. And so it jauntily goes until its nifty surprise ending. Here, as in earlier cases, the plot is marginal and intentionally laughable. It's the straight man, really, enabling Kinky's well-done paeans to Sherlock Holmes, Dashiell Hammett, and Raymond Chandler, his three-page dissertations on outdoor urination, ruminations on Talmudic proscriptions against indoor nail-clipping, and, most appreciably, his obvious facility and fascination with the language. --Michael Hudson |
CUSTOMER REVIEWS (Average Customer Rating: 4.0 based on 24 reviews)
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It's not my fault 
There is a continual undercurrent of experience. Cutting through to the chase is not nearly as entertaining as the dialogue. And that's the beauty of this book. Things happen, we deal with them. In Kinky's case in his own unique way. As I read I ask myself. Am I as smart as Kinky? What would I do? Some of the same or something different? Many ways this narrative connects to me. Does it connect to you?
May 02, 2008 | |
Kinky is Stinky 
The Mile High Club has a minimal plot and a maximum of annoying Kinky aphorisms. One soon gets tired of both. Our Book Club was unanimous in declaring "Thumbs Down" on this read.
November 06, 2006 | |
FILE UNDER 'CHILDISH'
Iive just finished reading this and for only the second time('rainbow' was the first) i found it something of an endurance test even skipping parts. Sad to say the Kinkster writing prose has got rather tired. Now those early books were brilliant. Witty, stylistic and with a ready laugh out loud wit that was pretty unique. I didn't care that the stories were all pretty similar and they took second place to the gags. They were all a good read. Now this. Well, dare i say it i felt the humour pretty childish and repetitive. Most of it was schoolboy level and the plot was pretty dumb (well they all were really-but the writing made up for it) and parts of it meandered. So has the Kinkster lost his touch? I hope not. But i think i'll wait for the books to turn up second hand in future.
February 26, 2006 | |
This book is worth reading. Parts of it are great. 
Friedman has a unique gift as a mystery writer. That is as a master of his own form of prose, which stands alone against all others. A few writers might have a more elegant sense about themselves than Friedman, and a few writers might be able to string a story along a little more coherently. But in his own little Hunter S Thompson/Carl Hiasann niche, Friedman stands close to the top of the heap.
That aside, this is the least inspired work by Friedman that I have yet read. The eternal musings are here as always and that makes for a very enjoyable read. But the story... the plot... they are very half arsed and kind of read like a filler. Friedman brings up Jimmy Buffet's songs a couple of times here and I totally equate this work to one of those songs. I think that Buffett concocts a nice little melody that floats along but never really reaches the realm of say Lennon/McCartney. That's because Buffett never pushes himself to greatness and is content to let things stop at half-mast. I think that sadly, this is what happened with Friedman here.
But... this is still a fun book. You will enjoy following the zany mind of Friedman's as the pages unfurl.
January 10, 2006 | |
Guys in Suits and a Dead Guy on the Toilet, oh My! 
Kinky gets left holding the bag, literally, a very bright pink bag, when he runs into a mysterious vamp on an airplane, when said vamp vanishes. Soon all kinds of people in suits are visiting Kinky and all of a sudden he needs to solve the mystery before he winds up like an Israeli he found on the john in his apartment. Oh yes, I forgot to say that he found the agent dead. Is Kinky in trouble? Pick up this super story and find out, you won't be disappointed.
January 07, 2006 | |
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