Ickey Jerusalem, the self proclaimed poet laureate of San Francisco, has been found dead on an airplane, in a locked bathroom. Was it suicide? Or did one of the many people traveling with Ickey kill him? That is what Ded Smith must figure out as a life insurance claim adjuster, who also happened to be on that very flight. He has a plethora of suspects, including a blind personal assistant, an overweight lawyer with heart issues, a doctor that isn't what he appears, and a chauffeur that drives a hearse to name a few, but things are made more difficult when someone starts shooting at Ded.
This book hurt my head. It was so absurd at times that I wasn’t sure what was going on. It had an Agatha Christie feel to it, in terms of everyone being a viable suspect as well as the way in which Ded revealed the truth about Ickey’s death, but it wasn’t executed well. There were some funny parts, but even those moments were overly odd. The reveal of the truth, and all its little working parts, was the best part of the novel, but I had to weed through a lot to get there.
This book hurt my head. It was so absurd at times that I wasn’t sure what was going on. It had an Agatha Christie feel to it, in terms of everyone being a viable suspect as well as the way in which Ded revealed the truth about Ickey’s death, but it wasn’t executed well. There were some funny parts, but even those moments were overly odd. The reveal of the truth, and all its little working parts, was the best part of the novel, but I had to weed through a lot to get there.