An absolutely hilarious novel about the U.S. Immigration trying to flush out a terrorist group by using a small-time con man, a Bloomingdale's decorator, and a nine-year-old brat.
Before becoming a full-time writer Tony Kenrick worked as an advertising copywriter in Sydney, Toronto, NYC, San Francisco, and London, 1953-72. On the dust jackets of many of his novels Kenrick claimed the following: "I hated being a lumberjack; those shirts itch something awful. And I was a failure as a boxer, too. I was what's known in the fight game as a crier; whenever I got hit, I'd burst into tears. They'd work on me feverishly between rounds, but they could never stanch the flow. "
Kenrick was never a logger nor a prize-fighter; this is a typical example of his humor, and very typical of the humor found in his books.
I was laughing so hard reading this in a cafe in Dallas, Tx, I had to leave. It's a comic mystery. Found it at Alibris for $1.99, so finally I can read it again. Gripping plot, inventive characters; recounting of a very special Michigan-Ohio State game is one of a kind--just the first couple of chapters.