I first discovered Daniel Pinkwater when I was a young boy, wandering the stacks of the Steinbeck library in my hometown of Salinas. The first few books of his that I read (The Magic Moscow, The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death, and The Worms of Kukulima) were a revelation. Pinkwater's fiction was a breath of fresh air unlike any other I had inhaled before, flavored with late-night hot dogs piled high with bright green relish, illicit chili, and avocados (of course!).
Who knew the mysterious avocado could be a literary star?
Decades later, I still love and read his fiction. After all, being a child, in the best of senses, is a state of mind.
Fish Whistle, however, is the first non-fiction book of Pinkwater's that I've read. It is a compilation of NPR radio essays that he wrote and recorded over the years. They range from the quite funny to the somewhat serious. His recollections of family and school and wandering about Chicago late at night are, to my sensibilities, hilarious, particularly the bits about his incomprehensible Polish father. Having read most of his fiction, it was a revelation to see how he used his own life to weave his fiction. Eccentric uncles, delightfully fat friends, the cranky hot dog guy, opinionated Mamalute dogs...strange and wonderful characters wander through his musings like the crazy neighbors you always wished you had.
To be honest, this book is what David Sedaris should be writing, but isn't. If you enjoy gently humorous and random commentary on life, you'll enjoy this book.