My fifteenth book read of the year: The Naked Clone: A Sever Nolte Mystery, by Conor Lastowka, Michael J. Nelson, Kevin Murphy, Invoice Corbett, and Sean Thomason, the writers and performers at RiffTrax, who devour made a moderately exact operating shaggy dog legend of actoe Sever Nolte residing a grizzled, homeless lifetime of dumpster-diving and derring-attain.
And hi there, comics folks, that’s artwork by Bob Fingerman (Minimal Wage and more) on the conceal!
It be a noir down-and-out non-public behold comedy recent, which every chapter being label-group written by regarded as one of many RiffTrax writers and then left for the next creator to practice up on. Sorta devour D Worry, then, huh? — with the exception of powerful more rooting by piles of rats. Amongst the mysteries half-acutely aware Sever nolte has to address aret he titular (tee hee) clones, lacking movie executives, and a multiverse of Nicks, alongside with a duck Sever Nolte, who’s (comparatively logically) named Duck Nolte. Ensuing in a single chapter starting:
That duck later saves Sever Nolte’s existence.
I narrate the correct quandary to read this book would be in a grim and gritty quandary devour a taco restaurant in Penn Plot, which is exactly the attach I read this, with the exception of Penn Plot and its restuarants are no longer noir and are in truth more effectively-lit and dapper, which would be a staggering loss to any down-on-his-luck non-public dick taking a glimpse a suitably scene-atmosphere arena in which to devour his recent read. Deem me: there’s a Shake Shack and a Chick-Fil-A scheduled for this quandary quickly.
>I loved The Naked Clone comparatively a chunk, and it became once very comical. When you are going to need laughed at Mike Nelson’s nolte bits on RiffTrax, make a selection this one out of your local garbage stuffed dumpster and presents it a read.