This time Les Norton’s really up against it.
But whilst he’s trying to solve his financial problems, he still has time to fight hate-crazed roadies, sort out a drug deal after fighting a gang of bikies, help a feminist Balmain writer with some research she won’t forget in a hurry, and get involved with Franulka, super-sexy leadsinger of an all-girl rock band, The Heathen Harlots.
And with the help of two ex-Romanian Securitate explosive experts, he might even be able to sort out his investment.
But can Les pull off the perfect crime? Of course — and why not throw the street party of the year at the same time?
Robert G. Barrett’s latest Les Norton novel is probably no more outrageous than his previous ones.
But then again…
Robert G. Barrett
The Real Thing
Les Norton is back in town!
It all began in You Wouldn’t Be Dead For Quids… And now there’s more of it in The Real Thing.
Trouble seems to follow Les Norton like a blue heeler after a mob of sheep.
Maybe it’s his job.
Being a bouncer at the infamous and illegal Kelly Club in Kings Cross isn’t the stuff a quiet life is made of.
Maybe it’s his friends.
Like Price Galese, the urbane and well-connected owner of the Kelly Club, or Eddie Salita who learnt to kill in Vietnam, or Reg Campbell, struggling artist and dope dealer.
But, then again, maybe Les is just unlucky.
Robert G. Barrett’s five stories of Les Norton and the Kelly Club provide an entertaining mix of laughter and excitement, and an insight into the Sydney underworld; a world often violent and cynical, but also with its fair share of rough humour and memorable characters.
Robert G. Barrett
You Wouldn’t Be Dead For Quids
You Wouldn’t Be Dead For Quids is the book that launched Les Norton as Australia’s latest cult hero.
Follow Les, the hillbilly from Queensland, as he takes on the bouncers, heavies, hookers and gamblers of Sydney’s Kings Cross, films a TV ad for Bowen Lager in Queensland and gets caught up with a nymphomaniac on the Central Coast of New South Wales.
In one of the funniest books of the past decade you will laugh yourself silly and be ducking for cover as Les unleashes himself on Sydney’s unsuspecting underworld.
Robert G. Barrett
The Godson
‘I wonder who that red-headed bloke is? He’s come into town out of nowhere, flattened six of the best fighters in Yurriki plus the biggest man in the valley. Then he arrives at my dance in an army uniform drinking French champagne and imported beer like it’s going out of style. And ups and leaves with the best young sort in the joint… Don’t know who he is. But he’s not bloody bad.’
Les Norton is at it again!
Les thought they were going to be the easiest two weeks of his life.
Playing minder for a young member of the Royal Family called Peregrine Normanhurst III sounded like a deadset snack. So what if he was a champagne-guzzling millionaire Hooray Henry and his godfather was the Attorney General of Australia? Les would keep Peregrine out of trouble… So what if he was on the run from the IRA? They’d never follow him to Australia…
Robert G. Barrett's latest Les Norton adventure moves at breakneck speed from the corridors of power in Canberra to the grimy tenements of Belfast, scorching the social pages of Sydney society and romping through the North Coast’s plushest resorts to climax in a nerve-shattering, blood-spattered shootout on a survivalist fortress in the Tweed Valley. The Godson features Les Norton at his hilarious best, whatever he’s up against — giant inbreds, earth mothers, Scandinavian au pair girls, jealous husbands, violent thugs and vengeful terrorists.
If you thought Australia’s favourite son could get up to some outrageous capers in You Wouldn't Be Dead For Quids, The Real Thing and The Boys from Binjiwunyawunya, until you’ve read The Godson, you ain’t read nothin’ yet!
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