Books with title The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover

A beautiful client, a missing husband, a false identity and a dead body…it's the classic private eye setup, with a Kinky twist. A mysterious mobster named Leaning Jesus, a rogue FBI unit and the Chicago mafia play supporting roles in this "instant classic". This is "a novel to be read for the sheer joy of it." About "The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover", from the Author's Introduction: "…This novel is simply what it professes to be: a novel. But through what Mark Twain called “abstruse learning,” the reader can discern clearly that quite often the differences between the mob and the FBI are not as great as their similarities. Invoking the wrath of either organization, of course, requires pawn shop balls. … The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, to be sure, gets closer than Geraldo Rivera ever did to solving the mystery of what actually became of Al Capone’s secret fortune. …"Vandam Press is proud to be able to make this remarkable novel available again to Kinky’s old friends and to those readers worldwide who are discovering Kinky Friedman for the first time. " A killer bee…his latest is his best." (The Virginian Pilot) "The world's funniest, bawdiest and most politically incorrect music singer turned mystery writer." (New York Times Book Review) "The Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover is a true page-turner and a guilty pleasure." (The Toledo Blade) "A novel to be read for the sheer joy of it." (The Baltimore Sun) "Kinky is a hip hybrid of Groucho Marx and Sam Spade." (Chicago Tribune) "Kinky's the best whodunit writer to come along since Dashiell What's-His-Name." (Willie Nelson) "A true Texas legend." (former President George W. Bush) "Dear Kinky, I have now read all of your books. More, please. I really need the laughs." (former President Bill Clinton) "Friedman cinches his credentials as a great Southern storyteller. he combines the deductive moxie of a Chandler or a Hammett with the boisterous irreverence of a stream-of-consciousness raconteur, and the blend is a pungent delight." (Fort Worth Star-Telegram) "Author Richard Friedman was given the nickname Kinky for his curly 'Jewish natural' hairdo, not for his sexual proclivities. But it might just as well been for his writing style, which is full of twists and turns and Friedman's particular brand of skewed humor." (USA Today)] "Brash, crass and colorful." (Houston Chronicle) "Smart, funny and tough." (Robert B. Parker, author) "The Sam Spade of South Texas. Only soft boiled. And hipper. And funnier." (Sunday Mail)

"DEAR KINKY: I HAVE NOW READ ALL YOUR BOOKS. MORE PLEASE. I REALLY NEED THE LAUGHS."--Bill ClintonA beautiful woman, a missing husband, and a private eye with eyes for his comely client. It's the classic hardboiled-mystery setup. But in the grip of Kinky Friedman, expect one of the wildest, wackiest, and weirdest rides of your life!"A novel to be read for the sheer joy of it."--The Baltimore Sun

The author of God Bless John Wayne, Kinky Friedman, the author, has Kinky Friedman, the New York-based detective, rush to the aid of a lovely young woman, only to find that he is in a lot more trouble than he had 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 at by the D.C. police and locked in a burning limousine that he figures he may be the one with his tail in a trap! Simultaneous hardcover release from Simon & Schuster. 2 cassettes.

(6 Audio Cassettes) Complete and Unabridged. He's been called "the world's funniest, bawdiest, and most politically incorrect country music singer turned mystery writer". Now Kinky Friedman has emerged from the cult underground into the light of international recognition with his New York based gumshoe, Kinky Friedman (no relation). In Love Song of J. Edgar Hoover, lovely Polly Price hires Kinky to find her husband. But is it a simple missing person case? No such luck. After he's shot by D.C. police, locked in a burning limo by a Chicago chauffeur, and followed by a team of obvious agents, Kinky comes to the only conclusion that could link these events: the FBI's after him!