Honey Don't Hardcover - 2003

New York: G. P. Putnam's Sons [A Marian Wood Book], 2003. First Printing [Stated]. Hardcover. Very good/Very good. Carol Chesney (Author photograph), Anthony Johnson. [16], 352 pages. Inscribed by the author on the title page. Inscription reads 5.24/03 For Luke, Happy Birthday. Colin bought you this neat book Tim Sandlin. Minor red stain at bottom of the half-title page. Tim Sandlin (born 1950) is an American novelist and screenwriter. Born in Oklahoma, Sandlin spent his early summers in Wyoming while his father worked seasonally for Grand Teton National Park. Sandlin worked over 40 entry-level jobs including driving an ice cream truck, skinning elk, cooking in a Chinese restaurant, trail inventory for the Forest Service, caretaker of rental cabins, gardener for the Rockefellers, pizza parlor manager, belt buckle buffer, and multiple dishwashing jobs. Throughout this period he lived most of the year on public lands, first in a tent and later in a Cheyenne tipi. He has published 10 novels and a book of columns. Three of his books, Skipped Parts, Sorrow Floats, and Sex and Sunsets, have been produced as movies. His other novels include Western Swing, Rowdy in Paris, Honey Don't, Lydia, The Fable of Bing, Social Blunders, Jimi Hendrix Turns Eighty, and The Pyms, Unauthorized Tales of Jackson Hole. He has also written 11 screenplays for hire. Sex and Sunsets served as the basis for the screenplay of the 2013 Canadian film The Right Kind of Wrong. Jimi Hendrix Turns Eighty and Rowdy in Paris are in pre-production for movies. A novel that skewers the inanities of our age, with results that are outrageous, wildly funny, and utterly subversive. It's Sandlin at his most maverick best. Set in the very near future, Honey Don't features a hit list that runs the gamut: from a goatish President dying in flagrante, to an aging Don appalled by modern manners; from a certifiably stupid mafia bagman fleeing both the Secret Service and the mob with $656,000 of dirty money in a locked attaché case and the President's head in a carry-all, to a coke-snorting, blow-dried VP who has suddenly caught the brass ring. Circling them are conniving White House staffers, corrupt politicos, sleazy journalists, and rancid pro-football coaches-all adding up to a DC three-ring circus. And in the center ring is the eponymous Honey, one of those Texas women cursed with a given name that condemns her to a lifetime of cheerleadering. But this daddy's little girl is a free spirit in full rebellion, and her take on life-offbeat but on target-is the heart and soul of this antic tale. And, as always with Sandlin, it's the women who have the last laugh. Excerpts from a review found on-line: Tim Sandlin's Honey Don't, a sleek torpedo of a novel which unabashedly satirizes the hazards of Presidential oral sex. There are no cigars, stained dresses or debates about the word "is," but there is a deadly sex scene which includes a cast-iron flamingo, a jealous boyfriend and thong underwear wrapped around the President's ankles as he's running from said boyfriend and the aforementioned flamingo smacks his head "with a sound like a shovel coming down on a day-old wedding cake." Oops. It's the kind of raucous, screwball story which might have been penned by a committee comprised of Mel Brooks, Art Buchwald, Carl Hiassen and the Farrelly Brothers. Instead, it goes that committee one better: it's written by Tim Sandlin whose previous novels turned sex on its ear in Wyoming. Sandlin has a small but loyal fan club of readers; Honey Don't could be the breakout book to earn him a larger audience.