Kinky Friedman’s extremely ironic detective stories combine the depth of philosophical thought with the simplicity of everyday slang. Friedman balances on the edge of decency, ignoring the norms of political correctness. You don’t have to be a nuclear physicist to understand that “hanging out with guys who imagine themselves to be Jesus or Napoleon is probably better than sharing a cell with a Black guy who will call you Louise.” Any of his novels is an entertaining detective investigation with unpredictable twists, filled with aphorisms and axioms by Kozma Prutkov of modern America. Our world is imperfect, and Kinky believes that God “ought to have spent a little more than six days to create the earth and all the other miracles.”