While I'm Dead...Feed the Dog

About this book

Imagine if J.D. Salinger had a sense of humour ...this intelligent off-beat novel is fast-paced wicked dark and extremely funny. "My publishers are trying to convince me that books are like albums and sell better when they are released posthumously. Seeing the point I ask if I can at least fake my own death but it seems that is fundamentally dishonest and they flatly refuse to be involved in any such fraud. "So just in case Ive croaked by the time you read this (and everyone but me is filthy rich) here is my story: one day Im trying to get into the pants of the most beautiful girl in the world Nina Pennington and the next day Im in the back of a limo on the road to rocknroll superstardom opening up for Bowie. But we hit a bump or two -- a few dead Mafia hitmen here a nyphomaniac next door there not to mention a few dying Latin teachers narcoleptic nuns inept policemen unscupulous laywers buffoon reporters huckster televangelists and greedy relatives -- and now for some unknown reason a lot of people dont want to talk to me anymore." When sixteen-year-old Ric Thibaults story opens with his mothers attempted suicide note: "While Im dead...feed the dog" and he cant stop laughing while the paramedics haul her away you know youre in for some ride. ..this is a hilarious novel with a beat you dance to.