Showing posts with label comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comedy. Show all posts

Friday, October 18, 2019

The Book Stops Here: Pumpkin Belongs in Pie. Period.

The Book Stops Here: Pumpkin Belongs in Pie. Period.: Pumpkin belongs in Pie. Period. (And maybe bisque, especially if it's finished with sherry.) But there should be no Pumpkin flavoring...

Monday, September 18, 2017

Friday, August 11, 2017

FFB Review: WHO’S NEXT? by George Baxt -- Reviewed by Barry Ergang

After you read Barry’s review below, make sure you check out the full list at Patti Abbott’s blog.

WHO’S NEXT? (1988) by George Baxt

Reviewed by Barry Ergang


Multimillionaire Medwin Patton collects “protégés,” people whose talents he can exploit to their mutual benefit. In his case, the benefits might be, on occasion, sexual as well as financial. The latest protégé is eighteen-year-old Vanessa Clay, a ballerina who “was already acclaimed as one of the brightest luminaries in the Gotham Ballet Theatre…Haven Haskell, considered the next best choreographer to Jerome Robbins, was leaving Gotham Ballet to form his own company with financing supplied by Medwin Patton.”

Before he and Vanessa have even met Patton, Vanessa’s widowed father Jethro Clay is having misgivings about his daughter’s welfare in the company of her would-be benefactor. On the other hand, being impoverished, he understands Vanessa’s desire for a big career break and its attendant wealth. An inventor who does “free-lance work as a patents specialist,” he has in the past done some work for the movie industry, creating for films “all forms of infernal machinery with which to astonish and then horrify the teenage audiences who mostly patronized the junk.” Among those films was The Scarecrow, based on the best-selling novel by Lilith Manley, now Mrs. Medwin Patton.

Lilith and Medwin have developed an open marriage so that when, at a lavish party at the Pattons’ Westchester estate, Lilith and Jethro meet and exchange sparks, Medwin could care less. What he does care about—and intensely—is Vanessa as an object of his lust. When the two are alone in the library and he makes a pass at her, the instantly repelled young woman bolts from the room and the house. Medwin has the habit, when angered, of jumping into his Volvo and driving maniacally off the estate to settle himself. On this particular evening, Vanessa flees along the driveway as Medwin decides against slowing down. Besides Jethro and Lilith, there are seven of the many party-going protégés on the estate’s grounds who witness what they all subsequently testify to as an accident, despite recognizing it as purposeful murder lest they lose any sort of personal celebrity status and, more importantly, Patton monetary benefits.

Jethro is determined to avenge his daughter’s death, but realizes he would be the suspect investigators would look at immediately and most intensely. Lilith is the one witness who sided with him, and their mutual attraction, along with her hatred of Patton, leads them to devise a plan for Jethro’s phony suicide coupled with murder methods appropriate to the professions or personal quirks of the witnesses. What follows is a well-paced, absolutely improbable, often absurd tale of retribution.

It’s also pretty funny, its omniscient narrative, along with some of its dialogue, packed with wry observations and occasional word-play. Its final couple of moments of dialogue struck me as suitably and humorously ambiguous, in a dark sort of way, though I’m sure not everyone will agree.

Readers preferring grim, ominous vengeance tales of the sort found in some Mickey Spillane novels and Clint Eastwood westerns will be sorely disappointed. Absurdities apply to some of Jethro’s murderous inventions--e.g., his method of disposing of a sculptress is one that must be accepted as something that would appear in a science fiction or horror film: just go along with it unanalytically and enjoy the ride because in real life the odds don’t favor its hurried devising if it could be devised at all. (Nowadays, who knows? It probably could be.)

Who’s Next? is good criminous comic entertainment.


© 2017 Barry Ergang

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Sunday, July 31, 2016

Monday, June 08, 2015

Monday With Kaye: "Johannes Cabal: The Fear Institute" by Jonathan L. Howard

First things first, if you have not heard, Kaye George also writes under the name of Janet Cantrell. Under that name she has a new book out titled FAT CAT SPREADS OUT. A cozy mystery series I have yet to read as there are so many books and so little time.

As to today, Kaye brings us news of Johannes Cabal: The Fear Institute by Jonathan L. Howard. Another series I have not read though when Scott was younger we did do all the Lemony Snickett series. Karl listened to a couple of them way back when and was quickly done. But, Scott really liked them and was always eager for the next installment. So, we ended up reading them all.

Considering my TBR pile I don’t think I will be starting these any time soon though sarcasm and I are intimately acquainted. Do you know anyone else who was once written up by a store manager for looking at someone wrong?



“Johannes Cabal: The Fear Institute” by Jonathan L. Howard:


If you’ve read the two previous Johannes Cabal books, you know that Howard is Lemony Snickett for grown ups.



The premise this time is that Cabal, a necromancer, is approached by a weird trio who say they’re representing the Fear Institute and intend to engage his services. First of all, a necromancer is a person who communicates with the dead by summoning them. Cabal takes great pride in this talent. Secondly, Cabal is very difficult to approach, but these guys manage it. They make Cabal a proposal that he’s inclined to refuse—at first. The group claims to have discovered where Fear resides, in the Dreamlands. Thirdly, Cabal wants very much to go to the Dreamlands, and these men have a way to get there.


Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland has nothing on Howard’s Dreamlands, which comes complete with a flyleaf map. Try to keep in mind while you make your way through the dense, Dickensian prose, that nothing is necessarily as it seems in this shadowy place, although that will be hard as you are drawn into a fabulous tale that winds and slips in its arcane journey.


There’s a lot of sarcasm and satire. And a bunch of chuckles along the way. I wish Churchill could have read this. But if he’s in the Dreamlands, maybe he can.



Reviewed by Kaye George, author of Death in the Time of Ice for Suspense Magazine