THE BIG COMB OVER
J.P. Rieger
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GENRE: Family satire; Farce; Magical realism
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BLURB:
Three
nephews and three eccentric uncles.
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It’s
2050 and Robbie Elders has all but forgotten about his oddball, religious
fanatic uncle, tim tim. He’s taken up the latest fad, genealogical research
based solely on DNA. But Robbie’s “inconclusive” DNA results are unsettling. He
crashes back to his childhood, back to his world of comic books and tim tim.
“I
opt for posh and London” declares Lady Florence Stour. It’s 2019 and time for a
Royal Wedding. Robbie’s uncle, Stef, is engaged to Lady Florence, a distant
member of the British royal family. Stef’s Baltimore clan have been invited,
but Robbie’s mom and dad can’t attend. They’ve entrusted Robbie and big
brother, Doyle, to their mom’s two eccentric brothers, uncles Roy and Roland.
Roy, a weathered waterman with a severe Baltimore accent, lives for Maryland
blue crabs. Roland, a mildly hypochondriacal actor, lives to survive the Karens
he unavoidably encounters. And then there’s Desales, Roy’s smart aleck, teenage
son. He lives to prank. They’ve descended upon London. What could possibly go
wrong?
Meanwhile,
tim tim has been coaching Robbie on “the mission.” A silly religious fantasy
according to Robbie’s atheist parents and the therapists. Or perhaps not?
Things are not always as they appear in The Big Comb Over.
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Excerpt:
Roland looked
at the bottle in awe. “Fletcher’s Dry Shampoo – Hint of Almond.” He looked over
the directions and ingredients on the back. “Wow! It’s gluten-free and approved
by PETA, too!” He handed back the bottle, gingerly, as though it were an egg.
“Yes! So, I’ll
get things started, today, but when you use it, remember to follow the
instructions carefully. You have to shake the thing like a bastard.”
He pulled off
the top cap and shook the bottle frantically.
“Okay, shield
your eyes with your hands, Roland.”
Morris began
carefully spraying the bald spot. The bottle produced several quick spurts—the
initial “targeting” move. He then pulled the can back several inches and
sprayed in a wider arc, slowly filling in the surrounding areas. Excess brown
powder fell gently onto the cape; iron filings mixed with cinnamon.
“Yes, there we
go! Success! Let me give it a brush-through and a good zhuzh!”
Morris began to
carefully run the boar’s hairbrush through the mixture of hair and powdered
shampoo. There was that one tricky area, so he gave it another quick blast with
the aerosol can. He completed brushing and found the most optimal place for the
all-important part. Something natural. Avoiding the comb-over effect was
difficult. Balance . . . balance . . .
He then gave
Roland’s hair a quick blast with the hair dryer. Not too much, as there was not
much to dry. The shampoo had absorbed most of the hemp oil treatment. He put
the dryer aside and gave Roland’s hair a two-handed, final zhuzh. He spun the
chair around, dramatically, and placed a hand mirror in front of Roland’s face
so that he could check out the back.
“Looky loo, Sir
Roland! Nary a hint of . . . deficiency!”
Roland looked
with disbelief. He no longer had that bald spot! It was gone!
“Oh dear Lord,
Morris! You are a genius! Look at this! Michelangelo!” He handed back the
mirror, stunned.
“Thank you,
thank you!” Morris took a quick bow and rapidly turned the chair back around,
causing Roland some dizziness. “Now, let me hit you with a finishing spray to
hold everything in place!”
He dramatically
removed the top of the hairspray aerosol and shook the can furiously. He
sprayed the mist in a near random fashion near the scalp and then away from the
scalp and then back toward and quickly away again—a symphony conductor of a
twelve-tone sound poem.
He spun Roland
around again and thrust the mirror before his face. “What do you think?!”
“Yes, yes,
Morris, this is perfect! This is what I’ve been waiting for . . . dreaming
about!”
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
J. Paul (J.P.) Rieger is a born and bred Baltimorean and mostly retired Maryland attorney. As such, he’s well acquainted with the quirkiness and charm of Baltimore’s unique citizens. He’s author of Clonk!, a police farce set in Baltimore and published in 2023 by Apprentice House Press (Loyola University-Baltimore). He’s also author of The Case Files of Roderick Misely, Consultant, a mystery novel featuring a wannabe lawyer anti-hero. The Big Comb Over, a slipstream comedy of manners featuring three nephews and their three eccentric uncles, is Paul’s third novel. Paul is married and lives in Towson, Maryland.
Website:
http://www.jpaulrieger.net
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