The Hippopotamus

Book: The Hippopotamus
Author: Stephen Fry
Where I Read It: Sunriver Coffee Co., where I worked. It was the off season, a few months until summer, and after setting up and opening the doors for the few locals who stopped in at that ungodly hour of the day, I had about an hour before normal people started rolling out of bed and staggering to the store. So I read. This was recommended to me by my boss, Kim, who is one of my favorite people.

What I Thought:
Ted Wallace, a drunken, divorced, drowned in whiskey poet/critic is asked by his god-daughter Jane to check out, detective style, this rich kid named Davey, to see if he really can deliver on his promise of being able to faith heal.

Bestiality, incest, and free-flowing libations are the background for Ted's adventure in Norfolk. I remember vaguely a scene with a horse or a cow that supposedly dropped Kim's mouth open, but now I'm not at liberty to say what happened. Hmm... It's been so long.

It was funny. There was lots of pontificating about life while knocking back whisky shots, and when is that ever a bad time?