From Publishers Weekly
Droll yuks and the irascible charm of the Kinkster drive this seventh in a fine series starring the smart-mouthed New York City PI whom the author has named after himself. Kinky doesn't work much; mostly he fires up stogies, tosses back shots of Jameson, recalls the high and low points of his career as a country singer and traces the occasional weird case. Here he heads home to the Texas hill country, where his parents run a camp for spunky seven-year-olds and where a crew of old ladies are dying on their 76th birthdays. One oldster is found dead with her lips sewn shut. Kinky, investigating, discovers that the victims' pasts all share a link to an exclusionary club for Southern ladies. Fortunately, Kinky is also occupied with romancing a camp counselor, hunting for his missing cat and rediscovering his childhood self (as if that had ever been abandoned). At his best just mouthing off, Kinky is a crime original, a wayward spirit whose adventures offer plot substance and surprises neatly packaged with deft, jokey prose. (Sept.)#
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From Booklist
In Friedman's seventh mystery, the Kinkster leaves his beloved New York for Texas and the Echo Hill Ranch, his family's home and a kids' summer camp. He barely has time to unpack his cat when he is recruited by Kerr County justice of the peace Pat Knox, who beat Kinky for the job some years back. Four little old ladies, all widows, have turned up dead over the last five months--not an uncommon fate for little old ladies, but although the sheriff listed the deaths as accidental, natural, or suicides, Knox is certain all were murders. Along with Dusty, his late mom's talking Chrysler ("a good car for lonely people," she used to say), the Texas Jewboy undertakes another investigation. Despite the case's gruesome premise, Friedman's wisecracking alter ego tickles and amuses even as more little old ladies are picked off. Meanwhile, Kinky's change of milieu, although refreshing, is just a summer break. Expect a return to the Big Apple and a reunion with Friedman's wacky gang, the Village Irregulars, in caper number eight.
Benjamin Segedin
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