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This sequel to “The Contiguous Man” picks up after Hack thought his obnoxious friend had died of a brain hemorrhage and Hack placed the first book in his coffin. It turned out that the friend hadn’t died at all and Hack had attended the funeral of someone he had never met (confusing the hell out of the widow), so when the friend showed up at the van where Hack lives when he was in quarantine from the coronavirus, Hack had a brain hemorrhage.
Hack wrote this on his last day of vacation from his job as night janitor at a Shakey’s pizza parlor. He was so depressed about it that he ended the novel by having the earth explode just so that he wouldn’t have to return to work.
A gorgeous woman appears to have murdered her male roommate and hires her ex-lover Detective Jonny to solve the case. It turns out that the roommate faked his own death and the pair pinned it on Jonny, who gets as far as having the noose placed over his head on the gallows when Hack suddenly lost interest in the story and spent the last twenty pages railing against his abusive father.
Hack’s fear of bikers is well documented but when a woman he lusted after got her motorcycle license, he tried sucking up to her by writing this novel where the bikers are the heroes. The first time he saw her after the book’s publication, she ran over his foot with her motorcycle which made him more afraid of them than ever.
Hack wrote this after having a dream where a character comes out of a movie screen at a drive-in and guns him down. It’s scientifically a lot more plausible than many of Hack’s book and not a bad read at that.
Hack wrote this book to coincide with his celebrity crush Frances Fisher’s birthday in the hopes that she would lift her restraining orders against him. It did not work.
For some reason Hack lives in mortal fear of being blackmailed, although no one can quite figure out why because he’s put so much dirt about himself in his novels that nothing could possibly come out that is worse than what the world already knows.
Hack wrote this book after he learned that his friend Snow Mercy had founded an organization called The Nipple Immunity Program (NIP) which was started to educate the public that diseases of the heart, lungs, stomach, kidneys, liver, lymph nodes and mammary tissue result from smothering our nipples under clothing. The group’s mission statement claims that “Our nipples need bacteria, viruses, fungi, and fresh air to be healthy.”
Hack supports the aims of NIP mainly because he really likes nipples.
Hack is a huge fan of the great John Cleese so he crapped out this novel to determine what actually happened to the Norwegian Blue. It turned out to be a suicide.
This was the second time that Hack’s cover artist Jonny M. posted his artwork on Instagram and the celebrity subject “liked” it. The first was the great Susanna Hoffs of The Bangles opining on Hack’s horror novel “Walk Like an Egyptian.” This time, it was when the great Mr. Cleese clicked his approval of “The Case of the Dead Parrot.” Hack wants both of those acknowledgements carved on his headstone.
The opening line read “When the beauty sunbathing on the white sands opened her eyes and saw the leering man stepping toward her from a red convertible, her first thought was: ‘Maybe corona isn’t the worst virus after all.'”