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Joseph Oliver Kuhl Is Suspected of Bank Robbery in this hemi-semi-demi adventure |
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ISBN 0-7414-0378-1 5.5 X 8.5 in., 196pp. Perfectbound: $14.95 Flesch Reading Ease: 79.0 Flesch-Kincaid Level: 5.7 |
During winter vacation from Chaud County Community College, would-be private eye Joseph Oliver Kuhl is hired by the Balona Town Council to solve some petty crimes. He witnesses bank robberies (actually committed, possibly committed, and attempted) and his Uncle Anson's SWAT team exercises, attends a formal dance, riot, fire, and flood at his Alma Mater; observes the death and surprising reviviscence of his grandfather, perhaps bests the (sort of) evil Jess Pleroma. Passionate admirer Patella Sackworth gives Joe's ambitions a leg up by celebrating him in the local press as a hero and upcoming private eye.
Here's a sample. (Joseph Kuhl and his Cousin Zack are approaching Runcible's in the Mall to rent tuxedos for tonight's Winter Formal. In their path are the evil Junior Trilbend and the almost-equally-evil Bobby R. Langsam:)
"Hey, fruits!" goes Junior, sounding rude as usual.
"Hey, guys," I go. "How's things?"
"You guys going in to buy some lawnjeray?" They laugh and slap their thighs at their humor.
"We're getting ready for the big dance over at Big Baloney tonight."
"Oh, you gonna go together!" says Bobby R., nudging Junior with his elbow. "Which one's the girl?"
"Probably the big geeky one." They both haw-haw in an unkind way as we pass by. I have a thought that if I had received my martial arts manual from UITS I would be able to handle both of them at once, even big as Junior is and mean as Bobby R. is. Junior is wearing a T-shirt with his Levi's and no jacket on this cold afternoon. Junior is big and hairy, even bigger than Sal Shaw but not as good an athlete since he smokes cigarets and drinks beer a lot.
Bobby R. is scrawny but hairy with muscles. A lot of guys laugh at him since he's named after Robert Redford, an old-time movie star his ma liked, but Bobby R. doesn't look anything like Robert Redford. Bobby R. looks more like Moe Stooge. Imitating Junior, Bobby R.'s got his T-shirt arms rolled up all the way to the shoulder where you can see his Marlboros folded up inside the sleeve there.
"Maybe we'll see you over there and drop in on the dance to see what's up," goes Bobby R., looking evil and scratching in his Marlboro armpit.
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