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As a child I loved Mark Twain's short stories. If Twain would have had the liberty to use the F-word(just a little),his stories might have resembled this 94 page delight. Friends of: Storytellers, Fence builders, Moonshiners, Hog hunters, People with or yearning for Open country with space to breathe, or Anyone that ever owned a Pet Duck, I give you FUP. Fup-Duck. Right! You caught that didn't you? A Story of a Boy , a Duck, and his Grandpa.
FUP is about to be placed on my shelf in the sacrosanct spot between my two favorite humorists, Tom Robbins and Christopher Moore. Or maybe next to Charlotte's Web, but that places her next to outrageous company. FUP is a wonderfully drafted Short Story. I should have finished it in one night, but(*Dam*)sleep prevailed.
This Is Not Your Mama's Short Story! Jim Dodge tells a story with flinching shock value and glorious panache. The belly laughter that is likely to occur in the last fourth of the book could sustain you for weeks.
From FUP, "At the most marginal of opportunities,(Grandpa)Jake was fond of telling anyone within earshot, the three great secrets of how to proceed when you don't have the vaguest idea what you're doing. The secrets,in the order he invariably listed them, were intuition, reason, and desperation. His intuition as a flight instructor persuaded him that it would be best to simply seize Fup(a large female mallard), take her out in a nice open spot, and fling her up in the air. She would probably be startled at first, but instinct would no doubt make her open her wings, and from that point she would surely get the idea. -- Fup, without the slightest flap of her wings, hit the earth like a sack of cement, flopped once or twice weakly, then lay still. Sweet Jesus I killed her Grandaddy thought." Read up Friends! but beware the wrinkles and laugh lines you may acquire! You were warned...