![]() ![]() Goodwin has a good ear for dialogue, both the bawdy patois of a young, alcoholic ne’er-do-well and the prim voice of an old lady schoolteacher. You can sample the book on my Amazon page or at .Ī broken-down car, a wrong turn on a freeway, and a mother’s ashes take Wicker, a twenty-three-year old slacker, and Edna, fifty years his senior and tottering on the brink of senility, on a quixotic journey to Las Vegas and way beyond. Whether Edna is losing her mind or having the time of her life with Wicker is the question that drives this quirky, darkly humorous story to its unexpected conclusionĭue to loopy formatting issues, an excerpt is unavailable here. Pursuing this unlikely pair is Edna’s son, who fears his scatterbrained mother has finally gone off the deep end. ![]() He winds up with a lot more than he bargained for when he hitches a ride with Edna, a wayward elderly woman with a woozy agenda of her own. Fed up with low-paying, menial jobs that infringe on his boozy, loafing lifestyle, Wicker sets off on a road trip to Las Vegas, where the drinks are free, the slots are loose, and a megajackpot could solve his problems forever.ĭrifter, boozer, slot machine fanatic with extraordinary hair, twenty-three-year-old Wicker plans to win enough in Vegas to get his stuff out of storage, buy a van and never work again. ![]()
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