Pomeroy is a legend in his own pants. He may even be a man for the ever changing times, but he is mostly, if not completely, totally self-involved. His view of the world is in total need of an eye/brain exam, but somehow he manages to charm his way into the various lives of parole officers, European Femen, the universal disenfranchised, fellow inmates and anarchist wanna-be-s. No one can change his self-centered world view but everyone loves his music. He’s homeless, honest, protective and totally disassociated with anyone’s feelings. So how can he be so loveable? Well, seems he’s got “Ants in his pants.” And everyone can identify with that. He is funny, freaky, and prime for fame, yet generous to a fault. This is the second book of Hanna’s I’ve read and he doesn’t repeat himself. His stories are worlds unto themselves. That takes talent! >

An advanced copy of this book was provided for an honest review. ( )

"I don't mind being a man of the people - not if it'll help me sell albums and score pussy", July 27, 2015

This review is from: Call Me Pomeroy: A Novel of Satire and Political Dissent (Kindle Edition)
Purchased after receiving promotional email from author

Most books whose authors solicit reviews are nothing special. This, on the other hand, is a work not to be missed - I was laughing out loud through most of it.
Narrated by one Eddie Beasley, who prefers the name Pomeroy as it has 'class, style and strut', it follows his escapades after getting out of jail. A trip to Oakland leads to him getting mixed up with a load of protesters - but Pomeroy's preoccupations throughout are women and releasing a record. ("Hell, a f***er can't do concerts if he's stuck in Guantanamo Bay. The place is fulla Arabs who don't listen to nothin' but lutes".) Nonetheless, he gets caught up in a number of incidents, including taking control of a ferry, attacking a few cops with his guitar and meeting a feminist girl band - presumably based on 'Pussy Riot' - in Paris.
Pomeroy's comments on his prowess with the opposite sex are constant and lurid (though entirely in his dreams), and he tends to refer to himself in the third person ("Hell, I wouldn't kick ol' Hillary outta bed even if she does have thick ankles. Pomeroy likes 'em feisty.")
Very very funny indeed. ( )