Bill
Knight column for 1-6, 7 or 8, 2020
The Christmas season really is
celebrated for 12 days (hence the song), from Christmas itself to Epiphany Eve
this week. That, and the wacky, if not quite irreverent style of these two
hilarious books, had me hold this column for a while.
Consider these zany novels two
additional festive features of the holidays.
“The Fat Man: A Tale of North Pole
Noir” by Ken Harmon was published a decade ago, but the witty satire of
hardboiled detective fiction and traditional Christmas tales is a favorite read
each winter.
Harmon’s story centers on a
1,3000-year-old elf named Gumdrop Coal, captain of the Coal Patrol and one of
Santa’s original elves. The 2-foot, 3-inch worker had been annoyed that bratty
kids were receiving the same gifts as good children, and a conniving colleague
– Charles Foster “Candy” Cane – gets Gumdrop fired. Then he’s framed for
murder.
Gumdrop is angered and sets out to
get justice, and he and two friends (sidekick Dingleberry Fizz and journalist
Jubilee Rosebud) discover a conspiracy against Santa (the Fat Man) and Christmas
itself.
As such names imply, it’s hysterical.
Some place and character names are
familiar, and others are new. There’s the Island of Misfit Toys and
Pottersville, and also Kringle Town and the Forest of Mistletoe. Besides Santa,
Leaping Lords, the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, the Little Drummer Boy, a
BB-gun-wielding boy named Ralphie and Uncle Billy, there’s the Myrrh-Maid,
Sherlock Stetson, Not So Tiny Tim and Octavia Dellora Mercedes Sprague, about whom
Gumdrop recalls, “Octavia wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas. Only a
hippopotamus would do.”
The 274-page hardback’s silliness
is underscored in chapter titles such as “The Jingle Bell Rock,” “Arose Such A
Clatter,” “Stink, Stank, Stunk,” “Over the River and Through the Woods,” “Grown
A Little Colder,” “Baby, it’s Cold Outside,” “Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies”
and “Gather Near to Us Once More.”
If you enjoy crime fiction and
Christmas, and you have a sense of humor, this is a gift that’ll keep readers amused.
Another sort of amusement will tickle
readers, especially younger ones who’ll giggle throughout: The comical “Silent
(But Deadly) Night: Can Doctor Proctor Save Christmas?” – one of five Young
Adult romps by Jo Nesbo, the best-selling Norwegian novelist who specializes in
crime fiction. The YA titles – enjoyable for all ages – are Nesbo’s “Doctor
Proctor’s Fart Powder” series, written in a clever scatological mashup of Mel
Brooks (think the campfire scene in “Blazing Saddles”) and 18th
century Scottish author Tobias Smollett (“The Expedition of Humphry Clinker.)
In a blue house at the end of
Cannon Avenue in Oslo, Norway, a great and goofy adventure begins after a
businessman, Mr. Thrane, fools the King into selling the “rights” to Christmas.
Thrane then demands that if people want to celebrate Christmas, they have to
spend 10,000 crowns on presents bought at his chain of stores. If they don’t,
no gifts, trees, caroling or enjoying holiday pudding…
Most people
can’t afford Christmas.
Illustrated by Mike Lowery, the delightful,
368-page paperback follows a small 10-year-old boy named Nilly, who’s decided
he doesn’t believe in Santa. However, in chats with neighbors Lisa and the
eccentric Dr. Proctor, Nilly discovers that Santa’s retired and Proctor
actually knows him.
With various resources, including
time-travel soap and Proctor’s fart powder (which can cause loud gas explosions
without the smell), they track down St. Nick at a tavern where he’s known as
Stainslaw, and fend off challenges including Thrane’s cruel but slow-witted
twin sons, Trym and Truls, plus giraffes in different conditions of menace and
madness.
Humorous throughout, “Silent (But Deadly)
Night” isn’t disrespectful, instead thoughtfully criticizing the
commercialization of a holy-day.
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