Subterranean
Press Short Novel 5
"If
the "Sopranos" wore overalls and didn't like shoes, they'd
live in Mexican Wells. . .
If Jack
hadn't screwed up a no-brainer holdup in Amarillo, if he hadn't gotten
high with a long-legged Oklahoma girl-- hey, if he'd ever done anything
right, he wouldn't have ended up in the Huntsville pen. He sure as
hell wouldn't be washing dishes in a dump like Wan's.
The
good news is, Wan's is next door to Piggs, where Jack's beloved, Gloria
Mundi, takes it all off every night. The bad news is, redneck mobster
Cecil R. Dupree runs Piggs, and wants Gloria for himself. So does
banker Ricky Chavez, and every other loser for a hundred miles around.
It isn't
easy to court a girl like that, or get her out to Denny's for pie.
Not easy at all if she lives in a long-abandoned Battle of Britun
Family Fun Park, high up in a German bomber in a tree.
Still
all Jack needs is a couple of hundred grand, and he can take Gloria
out of all this. One way to get it is to foul up Cecil's dope deal.
Kill Cecil and his boys, and the bad bunch from New Orleans, steal
a fast car, get out of town. . .
What's
wrong with a plan like that?
Chock
full of a cast of characters like Maggie Thatch, Wilda Hare, Cat Eye
the giant, Ahmed the Arab chef, and Ortega, who has a problem with
otters and whales, Piggs is a novel only Neal Barrett, Jr.
could write." --dustjacket
