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The Prisoner of Vandam Street: A Novel


by Kinky Friedman

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Sales Rank: 561552
Studio: Simon & Schuster
Binding: Hardcover
Number Of Pages: 240
Publication Date: March 02, 2004
Publisher: Simon & Schuster


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Product Description
Alfred Hitchcock's classic film Rear Window gets an affectionate kick in the butt in this homage from master crime writer, philosopher, and equal-opportunity offender Kinky Friedman.

It's a case of malaria versus murder when private dick extraordinaire Kinky Friedman comes down with a tropical disease, in the jungle known as New York City, and is confined to his loft on Vandam Street in lower Manhattan, a prisoner in his own home with only his cat and black puppet head as company (neither of whom are great conversationalists).

With little to do but stare out the window in between bedridden bouts of fever and hallucinations, Kinky calls on assistance from the stalwart Village Irregulars, who proceed to dish out their own uniquely skewed brand of tea and sympathy, turning the loft into a virtual Mardi Gras of confusion and drunken debauchery.

Suffering almost as much from company overload as from his fever, Kinky welcomes a rare moment of calm as he finds himself once again alone in his loft. Resuming his position at the kitchen window, he spots a pretty young woman in an apartment across the street. What he hopes might be titillating turns terrifying, however, as a man joins the woman and proceeds to attack her. Sure that he's witnessed a crime, Kinky calls in the cops, but, upon investigating his claim, they can find neither a victim nor an apartment across the street. In addition, no one else saw or heard anything that would ndicate a crime had taken place. Was it foul play or merely a fevered dream?

Convinced that their friend is about to slip off into the land of eternal slumber, the Village Irregulars increase their vigilance and in the process raise the Kinkster's irritability level to an all-time high. Not to be deterred, however, Kinky sticks to his story and is rewarded when a few days later he sees the man in the apartment again, but this time with a gun.

Outrageous, audacious, and ingeniously crafted, The Prisoner of Vandam Street is vintage Kinky: irreverent, clever, and full of the hardened philosophy and mordant wit that has earned him a vast and devoted readership. But what more would you expect from the writer The New York Times has called "The world's funniest, bawdiest, and most politically incorrect country music singer turned mystery writer"?



CUSTOMER REVIEWS (Average Customer Rating: 3.0 based on 11 reviews)

Good read  
This is the first book I'd read by this author and I enjoyed his kinky sense of humor. If you're feeling down, read this book and you'll feel better quickly.
September 02, 2005

More!  
Reading Prisoner of Vandam Street wasn't just something to read when I couln't sleep, it was an excuse to be awake to keep reading!As often true with Kinky Friedman books, I experienced edge-of-the-chair suspence while laughing at Kinky's unique humor and both edgy and polished use of language.Being hard-of-hearing, McGovern's misunderstandings are what people get frustrated by when I make similar mistakes. Had Kinky been well, would he have noticed the battering across the street?Had Kinky been well, and had he noticed the battering across the street, and had been able to investigate without the Village Irregulars + 3, would he have been able to protect the battered?
January 24, 2005

Very disappointing...  
I was hesitant to express my opinion on this latest of Kinky's novels, feeling perhaps it was my own failure to "get it" that made me dislike this horrid drivel so intensely, but after realizing the majority of reviewers found "The Prisoner of Vandam Street" so repugnant, I felt somewhat better (I guess) that I am not alone in my disappointment in this novel. I like Kinky, I am a fan of Kinky's earlier novels so this is not easy to say. This novel is just plain B.A.D. I can only hope this is just a phase the Kinkster is going through and is not what we can look forward to. Judging from his other recent novels ("Kill Two Birds" immdiately comes to mind), sadly this seems not to be true. Kinky has lost his touch. His fiction/mystery efforts are lazy, boring, repetitive, and devoid of plot and interesting characters. I'm not taking another chance on buying these doorstops new from now on. I'll just wait until they land on the 10 cent pile at the Salvation Army.

Sigh. And he was one of my favorites.
October 31, 2004

A dismal, unfunny waste of time  
I like Kinky's books, I really do - they revel in political incorrectness, and usually are full of witty observations, humourous if implausible adventures involving a likeable (and familiar) cast of characters, name-dropping and clever word-play. This novel, Kinky's latest, has none of those qualities, it is instead a tiresome exercise in banality and repitition.

What plot there is relates to Kinky coming down with malaria after a drinking binge with McGovern, and after about 50 pages of him hallucinating and talking nonsense in the hospital, he is sent home with orders for rest and relaxation in his loft on VanDam Street. What follows is more of Kinky sitting around talking nonsense at home, and in the midst of his delirium he thinks he witnesses a crime of domestic violence in the building across the alley. The police and the Village Irregulars are not sure whether this episode was the product of Kinky's feverish imagination, or a real crime.

The book ultimately includes line after line devoted to cat turds, and to throw in a little something different Kinky makes McGovern nearly deaf throughout the novel, (for no reason explained in the book), and so McGovern is constantly repeating everything said, although he of course never gets it right. There was one chapter in the novel, more than halfway through, that had ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with the rest of the book, and I believe was borrowed from a magazine piece Kinky had recently done. It involved the recent passing of one of his parents, and in it he reminisced about life in the family ranch in Texas, and the joy his parents brought to the kids who went there for camp. Other than those few pages, it is clear Friedman's heart just wasn't in this book, as the whole thing seemed thrown together with no regard for his readers, just to deliver a manuscript to his publisher. Let's hope Kinky cares enough about his many fans to put some effort into his next book.
August 05, 2004

Hitchcock's Rear Window, Kinky-Style  
Confined to his New York apartment at 199B Vandam Street for six weeks after contracting malaria--the "only truly deadly strain" of the disease--private detective Kinky Friedman (not to be confused with his creator, author, country singer, and potential future governor of Texas Kinky Friedman) happens to see, Rear Window-style, a woman brutally beaten in an apartment across the street. The problem is, feverish and delirious as he's been, Kinky does not make the most convincing of witnesses, and neither the police he summons nor his gang of variously accented, frequently inebriated cronies--the so-called "Village Irregulars," the collective Grace Kelly to his laid up Jimmy Stewart--believe him. When further investigation suggests Kinky wasn't imagining things, the game, as he and Sherlock like to say, is afoot.

But the mystery in The Prisoner of Vandam Street is in a sense beside the point, entertaining though it is, for Kinky Friedman's novel is a departure from standard mystery fare. The author's prose is bursting with word play and Conan Doyleisms and pop culture references and irreverent philosophical musings. If at times it borders on the cloying, his writing is far more often downright funny:

"Now, I'm not making light of people who are deaf or losing their hearing. I am not mocking a disability that afflicts millions of Americans as they grow older, effectively cutting them off to varying degrees from the hearing world. All I'm saying, and I'll try to speak loudly and slowly and enunciate clearly, is that they should get medical help or a hearing aid or a large, metal ear-horn like the kind that was used in medieval times, and stop constantly blaming hapless, sensitive friends like myself for mumbling."

Friedman also has a serious side, evidenced in the book's closing parable and in the sweetly moving, brief chapter on his--Kinky the character's as well as Kinky the man's--continued sense of loss after the death of his parents.

In short, mystery lovers with a taste for off-color jokes and pun-punctuated prose will get a kick out of Kinky.

Reviewed by Debra Hamel, author of Trying Neaira: The True Story of a Courtesan's Scandalous Life in Ancient Greece
July 08, 2004


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