The Death of L____ D______

Adult



Comedy murder mystery. Startling satire. Cruel parody. A mocking look at the wealthy who pollute our culture. A famous writer dies, and the investigation uncovers a treasure trove of the foibles and behaviours of the rich, famous, awful, and the awfully famous. Is it ironic? You decide! More

A comedic murder mystery. Startling satire. Cruel parody. A mocking look at the wealthy who pollute our culture. A famous writer dies, and the investigation uncovers a trove of the foibles and behaviours of the rich, famous, awful, and the awfully famous. Is it ironic? You decide!



"You can always tell a murder author by his fancy prose style."



#TRIGGERWARNING Contains comedy, satire, cruelty, death, mockery. A comedic murder mystery with little comedy and only one murder. A scathing examination of The Way We Live Now. 'Who Done It?' or more accurately, 'Why'd They Do It?' A hypothetical scenario about the potential death of a hypocrite. With jokes.



"The Meanest Comic Novel of this, or any, century." —Evelyn Waugh's Ghost



A bright youngish thing, on the cusp of failure when her teevee show ends, encounters a series of unfortunate incidents, ending with a short walk off a high building. Jump, Slip, or Push? The Detective, long coat whipping in the wind (even when there is no wind), interviews a cast of "only in New York" characters to solve the crime, or determine if a crime has been committed at all. At worst, there was and this is a Crime against Art.



"I thought I had the pen of an angel and the heart of a cad." —Simon Raven (allegedly)



"I roared with laughter! But if they ever catch "Anonymous", they'll hang him!" —Barrack Saddam O'Bama



"World Ends—Women, Minorities Hit Hardest" —Apocryphal New York Paper of Record Headline



"Haters Gonna Hate" —Colloquial American Saying



"Like going after George Clooney with a chainsaw. Which, come to think of it, wouldn't be a bad idea." —Bespoiled Hatcheck Girl, Hollywood, Calif.



"Its intricacy and elaborate plot defy any real classification, yet it has become the uncontested "black humor" classic of our generation. "It is easier to nail a blob of mercury than to describe this novel by Thomas Pynchon." —Saturday Review, on the novel V.



"Of all of the novels we chose not to read this year, this is the finest." —Chicago Review of Books