MISS LOLLIPOP AND THE DOOM MACHINE, Arthur Hoppe, Doubleday, 1973.
Dang! I got myself all psyched up for a big Sherlock Holmes trip through the intrawub for details on this "unknown" writer, and then I find out with about five seconds of Googling that he's a celebrity in his part of the world, San Francisco, where he wrote a humorous political column for forty years. Check out Mr. Hoppe's obituary here:
But the obit slights this novel, which looks like a pleasant little farce along the lines of Art Buchwald or Christopher Buckley.
Certainly its title evokes a certain kind of mildly zany, kicky, trippy Sixties literary ambiance.
Posted by Paul DiFi