dudleyclark
highbrow slapstick
ROY ROGERS in the TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY!
IT’S THE ’90s. It’s Seattle. It’s cold and wet outside.JOIN WINDOW WASHER Roy Weston and his cinematic cowboy pal, Pistol Pete, as they leave the mean wet streets of Seattle and hitchhike to California, headed for sun, sand, the Roy Rogers Museum, and a bit of interdimensional time travel—not to mention getting as far away as possible from Roy’s murderous brother, Rick.ALONG THE WAY, they'll encounter a dangerous music store, a twisted state trooper, an even more twisted trucker, yodeling, a harrowing angel-dust incident, stretched audiotapes, rotting broccoli, Acid-tripping breasts, a bookseller of unknowable age, a high-minded mustang, a bad case of log-pinching, the Code of the West, a long-dead Old Cowboy, the Sons of the Pioneers...and a feisty gal named Opal.Roy Rogers in the Twenty-First Century—funnier than The Brothers Karamazov, more terrifying than What Ho, Jeeves!, shorter than War and Peace, deeper than Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy—and there’s lasagna!What’s not to like?
writer's bio
Born a bit ahead of his time and somewhat against his will, dudleyclark grew up in mossy, old New Orleans. His parents, unimpressed when, at the age of three, he taught himself to read, were even less impressed when, at the age of ten, he declared himself a writer.Needless to say, he left home rather early.Amazingly, he managed to avoid the Scylla and Charybdis of alcoholism and drug abuse so commonplace in hackneyed Southern writers, to arrive safely at middle age in good health and capable of completing not just thoughts, sentences, and paragraphs, but entire books, as well; the proof of which you hold in your hand.Never a man of leisure, when dudleyclark isn’t sailing the sloop Utopia on the upper reaches of Oregon’s Columbia River, he can often be found playing ping-pong á la Henry Miller behind the heavily fortified walls of his forested compound, elsewhere.
