Nothing is better than a story written in and about New Orleans. It hardly matters what the book is about if it does something to capture the great laziness and heat and crazy chaos of characters that the city provides. Patty Friedmann is one of the small group of writers in the 1980s and 1990s that very much captured the spirit of Confederate of Dunces, if for nothing more than the undercurrent of spirit that this story captures. It's a story about a bad marriage and fate, a person who tries to cover up fate and the other who has to realize that fate, or odds, are nothing that can be controlled, all centered on a twin born without arms and legs. I've read better, more funny books by Patty Friedmann. But this was well worth reading. I'm sweaty and hot and looking for a drink to take out on the front porch even as I think of the book.