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As an journalist who blends substance beside general critique, I was interested in Jones' most basic tough grind of literary composition (he has in writing some 25 plant of nonfictional prose.)

Newly paroled body servant Rollo Hemphill is a Los Angeles 20-something who's all together fed up and intrigued by the celebrities whose cars he parks at a five-star building. In an take a crack at to stir enviousness in the adult female of his dreams, he creates - and makes headlines near - a life-like inflatable dolly personifying an old but sex-starved role player who is staying at the building.

Instead of backfiring, Rollo's comment lands him his hope job, incessant hard currency and booze, and a bond to be arm candy for the actress, Ms. Monica LaMonica, whose breasts are all but as irreverent as her ego. What follows is a hysterical walkaway involving siloxane and superhero underwear; the form of characters ranges from a Hungarian tender to a celebrity-stalking brace in a Winnebago.

Even still he's a bit pitiable at first, I found myself ontogenesis for Rollo, who embarks on this escapade in the seasoning of acquiring into a beautician's pants. (Haven't we all had that urge? Regular pedicures will do wonders for any link.)

A very funny read, My Inflatable Friend is likewise a imaginative poke in the eye at eminence culture, as in good health as America's game beside the far-famed and dishonourable.

Let me put on alert you in advance, however, that the just guy who sees any performance in this scrap book is the partner of the expansive plaything - but it's not who you ponder.