Kinky Friedman Novels
12 total works
A story featuring the foul-mouthed Kinky Friedman, ace private eye, which first appeared in More Kinky Friedman. Someone is killing the Texas Jewboys, a guerrilla country-music band, and Kinky stalks the killer, armed only with attitude and a cigar.
Alone in his New York loft, the private detective Kinky Friedman, reflects on friendship and why all his friends are out of town. With time on his hands and feeling a little melancholy his mind turns to Stephanie DuPont - very hot but pretty much resistant to all his advances. The phone rings and Kinky's old contact Hoover from Honolulu is on the blower to report that Kinky's great friend Mike McGovern has disappeared while in the process of researching and writing his cookbook Eat, Drink and Be Kinky. He was last seen heading for the beach. Our hero flies to Hawaii, and in a series of farcical wild goose chases, that includes identifying a faceless corpse in the morgue and trying to ensnare what turn out to be hoax kidnappers, Kinky ends up visiting the local museum on the island and in a room full of ancient relics he stumbles upon a full size, sculpted wooden head that is a dead ringer for McGovern. But what on earth can a bust of an ancient high chief have in common with Kinky's missing friend?
The first of the novels featuring the foul-mouthed Kinky Friedman, ace private eye. In Greenwich Village, a corpse is found holding 11 pink roses - and the suspects are as strange as the crime.
Now, at last, it can be revealed! The TRUTH behind the legend! That Kinky Friedman... Where did he come from? How did he get that way? Shouldn't someone have called 911 long ago? Now, in "Blast from the Past", nationally bestselling author Kinky Friedman has searched his failing memory and has come up with a novel about his early days in New York City and how Kinky Friedman, the down-and-out star-crossed country music performer, became Kinky Friedman, the down-and-out star-crossed ace detective. In this prequel to his earlier novels, one which gives new meaning to the term "retro", Kinkster fans are given the definitive answer to two of literature's great burning questions: Where the hell did those weird characters come from anyway? And what about that puppet head? Of course, it's not just Kinky himself who gets retroed, but all the Village Irregulars as well-- Ratso, Rambam, and McGovern-- who are glimpsed in the nascent stage, as is the ever-luscious Stephanie DuPont, who blasts upon the scene as a five-year-old nymphet in patent-leather spikes. Imagine it's the '70s. Imagine the Lone Star Cafe is still alive and well. Imagine that it's still okay to do drugs, still okay to have unprotected sex, still okay to paddle a brat and spank a monkey. And imagine you are there, in the '70s, at the Lone Star, sipping a brew with the Kinkster, a much younger, even kinkier Kinky-- uncouth, unshaped, unrepentant, and frequently unconscious. But lest you think that "Blast from the Past" is all nostalgia, be assured that Kinky has supplied a bang-up plot as well, much of which revolves around the mystery of who this guy Tim is who Judy exclaims about while being hosed by Kinky, and the question of whether or not the Feds have found Abbie Hoffman, who has been playing hide-and-seek in Ratso's apartment. Or something like that. As always, it's great, unpredictable fun from a true original, whose "Irreverent, bawdy and often outrageous adventures are like no others," as says The San Diego Union-Tribune. In "Blast from the Past", you'll find the Kinkster in top form and at his most outrageous.
The outrageous Kinkster is back - and in a lot more trouble than he's ever bargained for! Soon after Polly Price hires him to find her missing husband, Kinky smells a rat. But it's not until he's been shot by the D.C. police and locked in a burning limousine by a Chicago chauffeur that he figures he may be the one with his tail in a trap.When longtime friend and loyal member of the Village Irregulars Michael McGovern first complains of being watched by mysterious men, of getting threatening telephone calls from a dead gangster named Leaning Jesus, and then disappears - along with the lovely Polly - Kinky comes to the only conclusion that could conceivably link these disparate events: the FBI is after him!The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover is vintage Kinky Friedman - his most thrilling adventure to date will delight his legions of fans.
A novel featuring the foul-mouthed Kinky Friedman, ace private eye. When mysteriously summoned to a friend's funeral, he can't help noticing that the body in the coffin is a perfect stranger. The story was first published in the 1989 anthology, More Kinky Friedman.
Originally appearing in The Kinky Friedman Crime Club, now published as a single volume, this is the third Kinky Friedman mystery. A purloined feline from Madison Square Gardens' cat show is a tip-off to a trail of murders, drug rings and gang wars that only Kinky Friedman can follow.
'If there's one thing I hate,' I said to the beautiful woman on the airplane, 'it's meeting a beautiful woman on an airplane.' However, when the beautiful woman in question suddenly disappears into thin air and Kinky is left holding her hot-pink imitation-leather suitcase it seems as if he is destined to meet the alluring Khadija Kejela again. Their fateful encounter leads to a trail of Arab terrorists, State Department officials and Israeli spys fighting their way through Kinky's Vandam Street loft in order to retrieve a cache of missing passports from the little pink suitcase. One corpse, a lot of cat shit, a pickled finger, several shots of Jamesons and countless cigars later the mystery is solved - but not before Kinky discovers a nasty thing or two about his comely travelling companion.
The second of the mysteries featuring the foul-mouthed Kinky Friedman, ace private eye. It is Thanksgiving at the legendary Lone Star Cafe, a raucus little corner of Texas right in the middle of Manhattan. Larry Barkins is found dead in his dressing room, his head bashed in with his own guitar.