This hilarious follow-up to Feelers reads like a classic caper film, filled with double-crosses and increasingly elaborate, destined-to-fail schemes. At the center of it all is Morty Martinez, who relates the story on the eve of his execution — how he got to that point is too delicious to give away. Wiprud’s prose is wickedly funny and thoroughly entertaining.
Morty Martinez has been tasked with recovering a sacred ring and flies to Manhattan to ask its current owner, business tycoon Robert Tyson Grant, to return it. Unbeknownst to Morty, Grant has hired a hit man to do away with his stepdaughter, whose exploits have grown increasingly embarrassing and costly. Grant mistakes Morty for the hit man, and a comedy of mistaken identity ensues. Meanwhile, Grant’s current squeeze talks him into visiting a psychic, who recognizes Grant’s ring as valuable and schemes to relieve him of it. (MINOTAUR, Jul., 320 pp., $25.99)