And Kinky Said Unto the People: Why the Hell Not?

Friedman offers up a collection of both his essays from his column in "Texas Monthly" as well as new essays on the current state of the nation.

A blow on the head sends PI Kinky Friedman back in time to his early days as a private eye.

Walter Snow is doomed. He stares at the blank pages in his typewriter, hoping for the spark that will finally ignite his ambition to write the Great Armenian Novel. And then he meets Clyde Potts.

Cunningly tentous issues of life, death, guilt, innocence, love, loss, and the danger of false confessions, this is Kinky Friedman at his wily, suspenseful, and sacrilegious best.

When Kinky arrives at his parents' dude ranch, he discovers little old ladies in the area are dying at an alarming rate. A faded photograph of ten girls dressed in white is just the clue Kinky needs to unravel the mystery.

Author and recovering alcoholic Walter Snow has writer's block--until he meets Clyde Potts and her friend Fox Harris, who break him in with easy, petty cons, eventually upping the ante until the demented duo devise their ultimate prank: ...

“There is only one Kinky Friedman.” —St. Petersburg Times Raunchy, offbeat, and hilarious, The Mile High Club, complete with a surprise ending, is Kinky at his considerable best.

Kinky Friedman--the New York-based, wisecracking, hard-living, cigar-smoking, reluctant sleuth--stumbles upon adventure once again in his search for an apparently dead friend from the past.

A purloined feline from a Madison Square Garden cat show is the tip-off to a trail of murders, South American drug lords and a gang war that only Kinky can unravel.