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A review by katiebtatton
The Stench of Honolulu: A Tropical Adventure by Jack Handey
3.0
The Stench of Honolulu is the flimsy plot line of Jack Handey (yes, that Jack Handey of Deep Thoughts fame) used to tell goofy, dry, out-there, hysterically silly jokes. The book is almost painful in its awkwardness, but more than once I laughed out loud (while in the waiting room of the mechanic with several strangers close by), which redeemed it significantly.
How do you not love that? The book reminded me of the silliness in the Wimpy Kid series, but for grownups. The unnamed narrator is base and obvious and just so.....Jack Handey. Three stars for sentimentality regarding keys and lava, two and a half on stand alone merit.
"Doctor Ponzari was seated at a table in his flower garden. As soon as I saw him I could tell that he was pure evil. I've only had that feeling a few times in my life. I'd say about forty or forty-five times. My mailman is pure evil.
He was wearing a crisp linen suit. I wondered how many hundreds of people had died making it. His movements were elegant and refined, like some evil shit-bird from Hell. He was eating a banana, elegantly."
How do you not love that? The book reminded me of the silliness in the Wimpy Kid series, but for grownups. The unnamed narrator is base and obvious and just so.....Jack Handey. Three stars for sentimentality regarding keys and lava, two and a half on stand alone merit.