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FREQUENT FLYER.

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Frequent Flyer, Kinky Friedman's fourth novel starring himself and his outlandish New York crew, takes as its subject matter the time he spent in Borneo as a member of the peace corp as well as the lingering remnants of Nazis tucked away in jungles around the globe. Kinky has always drawn heavily from his experiences as a cat-loving country singer, but Frequent Flyer is appropriately dark and personal as it sifts through the hatred that's uncovered on each page.

Kinky receives a mysterious call to inform him that an old buddy from the peace corp days has passed away, but the open-casket funeral belies the first ominous clue in a string of them...he's never seen the corpse before in his life. Thus begins the task of finding out where the switcharoo took place and what his friend had stumbled onto before disappearing without a trace. Not to mention all of the old Nazis that keep popping up.

I didn't enjoy this addition to the Kinky saga as much as his first two (Greenwich Killing Time and A Case Of Lone Star), but it's notable for its intriguing subject matter. Plot has never been the key to a Friedman novel, anyway, as long as our hero keeps popping off life lessons like shots from his bull horn full of Jameson's. Eavesdropping on his internal dialogue regarding his past is worth the price of admission, and there are many nostalgic passages about his younger days that reveal more about the author than ever before.

It's a short book, but unfortunately it's even shorter on character development. The emphasis here is on the past and Kinky's own thoughts (he even goes to a psychiatrist!). This was probably a necessary stop along the path to developing what's become one of my favorite sleuths, but it wasn't the most enjoyable by a long shot. With all of the ruminating going on, there's not much room for developing the storyline, and I was left feeling a little underwhelmed.

Kinky Friedman was recommended to me by a fellow at a cigar lounge. He had just discovered Freidman and had devoured all his books. So as one cigar smoking Jew recommended to another cigar smoking Jew a book by a cigar smoking Jew, I bought Elvis, Jesus and Coca Cola.

The next day, I bought Frequent Flyer. Now I will buy the rest.

This story is interesting on its own - a dead man who is not, a beating and Nazis. But the key to its impact is the series of references and philosophies that intermingle within the context of the story. The world is both complex and simple - often at the same time. Kinky's stories bring this forth.

I liked Elvis, Jesus and Coca-Cola better. But I enjoyed Frequent Flyer a lot.

I had heard of him ever since my college days years ago. But it wasn't until I picked up Frequent Flyer in the sale bin at the store last week that I knew anything about his writing. With his unique (OK - sometimes cliche) turn of a phrase, and a collection of wonderful cameo characters, Kinky Friedman will hook you from the first chapter on. I found myself having trouble putting it down, NOT because the story was so intriguing (though it wasn't bad), but because Kinky's way of conveying a scene are so engrossing that I couldn't wait to read what he "said" next! I now look forward to my next "Kinky experience".

Hey, it's a Kinky book. You either love his writing or you hate his writing. I love his writing. I'll read anything he writes. If you have ever read any of his novels then you know if you will like it or not. It's the standard Kinky detective novel staring a fictional amateur detective named Kinky. He sort of blunders along without a clue living his Kinky life until he puts everything together at the end. Well, almost everything. This novel unlike the previous ones does leave a loose end. If you haven't read any of this series then try it, you might just love it. Also, if you look for it, you will find out why he is called "Kinky".

Ken

Kinky Friedman is a former country and western performer and a possible future Governor of Texas. "Frequent Flyer" is his fourth book and was originally published in the US in 1989. (It first appeared in the UK as part of the compilation "More Kinky Friedman" in 1993). As usual, he has cast himself as the PI her, while some of the other characters have been named after real-life friends. As with real life, the book's Kinky is a cigar-smoking, cat-loving, coffee-drinking, retired country and western performer. He lives in a loft on Vandam Street, in New York City, and regularly leaves the cat in charge. The less-than-talkative cat, however, refuses to answer the telephone.

The book opens with Kinky receiving a phone call from a mysterious stranger, telling him of a old friend's death. John Morgan, the deceased in question, had served with Kinky in the Peace Corps Volunteers in Borneo. Kinky immediately makes arrangements to attend the funeral in Cleveland - which is exactly where the trouble begins. He recognises only few people at the funeral - Morgan's parents, for example, for photos he'd seen. However, he doesn't recognise the corpse, and - strangely - nobody else seems to have noticed that the wrong person is getting buried. On his return to Vandam Street, he receives another phone call. The caller, this time, is an Argentinean lady called Carmen. When he goes to meet her at her hotel, he discovers she's missing - apparently kidnapped. Before long, the ingredients to the mystery include a strange old man who wears blue flowers in lapel, some photos taken in the jungle, the 88 Leasing Corporation (incorporated in 1946) and a white tiger with blue eyes. During the investigation, he meets a number of less than savoury bad guys - luckily, he has people like Ratso, Rambam and John McGovern to help him out.

"Frequent Flyer" has much in common with the other books by Kinky I've read. While it's not what I would call a serious "whodunit" - some loose ends are left dangling - it is a fast moving and easily read book. It's also packed with superbly delivered one-liners. As an author, Kinky has been described as irreverent - though that might be putting it mildly !