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The Mile High Club [Audiobook] [Unabridged] (Audio Cassette)

by Kinky Friedman (Author), Dick Hill (Reader)

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Audio Cassette
Publisher: Brilliance Audio Paperback Audiobooks; Unabridged edition (Jan 28 2006)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1423315472
ISBN-13: 978-1423315476
Product Dimensions: 18 x 9.4 x 3 cm
Shipping Weight: 159 g

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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 --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

From Publishers Weekly

Aficionados of the Kinkster and his gang of Village Irregulars are in for another round of hilarious hijinks. On a plane from Texas to New York, the intrepid detective/humorist/musician agrees to keep an eye on the little pink suitcase of his seatmate, the exotic Khadija Kejela, when she excuses herself to go to the bathroom. She never returns. After the plane lands in New York, Kinky gets a call from Khadija about the suitcase, which he's taken with him, but she doesn't show up to claim it. Curious about the contents, Kinky and his PI pal, Rambam, force open the suitcase and find a plastic bag full of fake passports for possible Middle Eastern terrorists. Realizing that both he and Rambam may be in danger, Kinky rounds up his old friends Ratso and McGovern to help figure out what's going on. Mayhem ensues. This is guy territory, albeit Greenwich Village '60s style. When necessary, Kinky takes cover with his bottle of Jameson's, a couple of Monte Cristos (preferably No. 2), his espresso machine and his long-suffering cat, whose litter box becomes the hiding place for the passports. Sometime girlfriend Stephanie DuPont adds to the chaos. As usual, the mystery at hand counts for less than the time spent in Kinky's company. The fun is in the ba-da-boom dialogue and the throwaway references. Occasional lyrical passages amidst the raunch surprise and please. The resolution may not convince entirely, but Friedman fans will be too busy laughing to notice. (Sept.)
Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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5.0 out of 5 stars My first experience with Kinky and his grumpy cat!, May 25 2004

By	Julie A. Furstenfeld (San Diego, CA United States) - See all my reviews (REAL NAME)

This review is from: The Mile High Club (Hardcover)

I wish I had known about him sooner. Kinky's cynicism is charming and I just can't believe some of the things he comes up with, it's truly unique. If you like subtle but brilliant humor, this is for you.

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3.0 out of 5 stars The dialogue is pure Kinky but the story lags behind others, Mar 10 2003

By	Dom Miliano (Denville, NJ USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: The Mile High Club (Paperback)

I got hooked on the series a few years ago with "A Case of Lone Star." I have read every one since and love them - Kinky, please keep writing. The wise cracks, the plot, and Kinky's Krazy Kast of Kharacters made that one a hoot - I loved every word. This edition still has the highly irreverent dialogue and nutsy group of irregulars but, still, there was something missing. The basic idea of the passports as McGuffen seemed way too unbelievable to catch and hold me. At any point, a more reasonable man would have collected them and dropped them on the desk of your local FBI agent. By being too clever in this one (and Kinky is very clever) he lost me and that's too bad. Still, I'll buy the next and next and next and read every one in the hope that Mr. Friedman hasn't run out of good ideas.

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4.0 out of 5 stars A Stitch, Feb 19 2003

By	Eric C. Welch (Forreston, Illinois USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: The Mile High Club (Audio Cassette)

Kinky, or the Kingster, as he likes to call himself, is a Jewish detective who likes cats. Since he only changes the litter box every seven years - whether it needs it or not - the cat often finds other places to take care of things, a situation that Kink's friends find unsettling, to say the least. He finds that as cat scats age they become dried out and stiff, easily collected by stabbing with a boning knife.
You're probably beginning to get the idea that this book has some humorous overtones. That's putting it mildly. I suspect my family might have been wondering about my sanity watching me mow the lawn laughing out loud listening to this hysterical romp.
The story gets under way when Kinky gets stuck with a little pink valise left in the airplane seat next to him by a very attractive woman. She leaves for the lavatory just before landing, and to Kinky's consternation, never is seen leaving the plane. He collects the little bag and the woman's suitcase assuming that she will call him getting his number from the business card that he had given her during the course of their conversation.
It turns out that many people are interested in the valise. Kinky can't bear not to peek inside and he discovers several illegal passports obviously intended for use by persons of less than high moral character, e.g., international terrorists. Soon the State Department, the Mossad, and Arab terrorists are all trying to find the passports. The opposition knows the passports must still be in his apartment because, as Kinky and his friends discover, a miniature transmitter was hidden in one of them. Kinky decides to hide them in the only place he know no one would think to look: his cat's litter box. Scatological remarks abound.
The book is filled with double entendres and puns. He refers to his toilet as the dumper, but using it for its intended purpose is "taking a Nixon." And when the terrorists delivery the cutoff finger of someone as a warning all sorts of "let the fingers do the walking" jokes permeate the chapter.
It's really a lot of fun, and the audio version is read by one of my favorite readers, Dick Hill.

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