Chrome Sombrero

| June 7, 2013

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Chrome Sombrero

On the run from the Wisconsin Mafia for gambling debt, laid-off snowmobile factory worker, Joe Chromansky, destitute and desperate, flees to an abandoned houseboat in the Florida Keys. Accompanied by a mysterious woman, he agrees to lead a ragged expedition to Cuba to steal Fidel Castro’s baseball card collection, only to find his real trouble has begun – fatherhood.

Powered by a pink Ferrari, chain-smoking lawyer, historic fire poker, and homemade missiles, this rollicking tale of tropical mayhem drags Joe and his new squeeze on a mad sprint between exotic and not-so-exotic locations from Wisconsin to Florida, Cuba to Las Vegas and, finally (or is it?), Switzerland.

With a nod to both Carl Hiaasen and Catch-22 as sacred inspiration, CD Dowell’s first novel is filled with the kind of fun best enjoyed from a beach chair beneath a palm tree.On the run from the Wisconsin Mafia for gambling debt, laid-off snowmobile factory worker, Joe Chromansky, destitute and desperate, flees to an abandoned houseboat in the Florida Keys. Accompanied by a mysterious woman, he agrees to lead a ragged expedition to Cuba to steal Fidel Castro’s baseball card collection, only to find his real trouble has begun – fatherhood.

Powered by a pink Ferrari, chain-smoking lawyer, historic fire poker, and homemade missiles, this rollicking tale of tropical mayhem drags Joe and his new squeeze on a mad sprint between exotic and not-so-exotic locations from Wisconsin to Florida, Cuba to Las Vegas and, finally (or is it?), Switzerland.

With a nod to both Carl Hiaasen and Catch-22 as sacred inspiration, CD Dowell’s first novel is filled with the kind of fun best enjoyed from a beach chair beneath a palm tree.

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