Status Updates From A Confederate General from ...

“He died on his return to New York. He died on the gangplank, just a few feet away from America. He didn't quite make it. His hat did though. It rolled off his head and down the gang-plank and landed, plop, on America. Poor devil. I heard it was his heart, but the way the Chinese dentist described the business, it could have been his teeth.”

"Thoughts of strong drink crossed his eyes like birds in flight."

"Personally I think the Bible gains by reading it with a lantern. I do not think the Bible has ever truly adjusted to electricity."

This is the funniest book I've read since Confederacy of Dunces. LoLing regularly.

Laugh out loud funny. A dry, dark humor. Loving it.

The whiskey went well. I wish I could have offered the stars a drink. Looking down upon mortals, they probably need a drink from time to time, certainly on a night like this. We got drunk.

The police will get Lee Mellon.

Figure two pounds of muscatel apiece at twenty per cent alcohol: forty proof. We were still very rocky from a night of whiskey drinking. That's two pounds of muscatel multiplied, squared and envisioned. This can all be worked out with computers.

there will not be much to write about regarding this second novel of RB.

Not as delightful as remembered, but still a bit of fun to read.

Another reread from a past that seems too long ago.