Yes, I could go downstairs, where it's actually quite comfortable, but--I'm tired of being there. So, let me tell you about my latest book--
This novel, Vernon God Little, by DBC Pierre, is some of the wackiest, darkest comedy I've ever come across, not that I'm a humor expert, or anything. It satires life in a central Texan town, the media, and many types of human beings we all know. It's told in first person by Vernon Gregory Little, with his ever so interesting vocabulary and twang, and the reader gets to see him grow up while wrestling with a personal nightmare.
When Vernon's best friend, a depressed outcast in school, randomly shoots sixteen of his classmates and then turns the gun on himself, Vernon is left in the wrong place at the wrong time and is accused as being an accessory to these murders. There really is no case against Vernon, or so you'd think, in a town where people are reasonable and reasonably bright, but unfortunately, this town is filled with people who are just plain ole stupid. This is a cliffhanger of a story that you'll want to keep reading, and there's lots of laughter, too.
I learned a new word, or term, too. It's pumpjack. (That's the learnin' I made.)
Oh, I remember seeing these things! When I was quite young, and my family traveled by car across Texas, I imagined that these things were little people with very broad shoulders carrying buckets across the field. I was glad that we were moving.
Well, dammit, the sweatin's gettin' outta hand, here.
We'll just let that picture stand all by itself...Keep cool, y'all!