Deacon King Kong by James McBride is hilarious. McBride is so talented. Look at this alliteration:
...that lowdown grizzle-faced stupid son-of-a-bitch snitch, had sat.
She left before he got sanctified and saved.
His descriptions are unique. His characterization is part of the humor. Just that fact that the story begins with an attempted murder and the rest of the story is how the murderer gets away with it. The Deacon is so drunk he wasn't thinking straight. He tried to shoot a drug dealer, not because he was dealing drugs but because he was wasting his pitching talent.
The setting is the project with its characters. No one has a regular name. Everyone is known by a nickname. The Deacon is a real Deacon in his church. King Kong is homemade "moon shine." The Deacon is always sipping on it.
In the background, there is a real drug war going on. There are more humorous personalities that are unique.
I don't know where to begin. I can't describe everything. But I enjoyed it.
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