Books by Steven Schneiderman

Someone went missing.Someone went dead.Some eerie interpretive.Cards are read. Dogs, cats and autosmight not be there.But Louie'll find 'em.Fifty per plus 'L' fare.

Okay fine, Louie Leppedimay doesn't save the world. But he helps ensure the integrity of pizza delivery. To piece-prize, Louie will have to rely on Rudy's face stuffing, library tingling, and help from Universal Crudification Miss Americas. He will wade knee-deep into feely-touchy influence from a romance novella and end-around musical comedy dirges. "The devil made me do it" denizens don't take Louie seriously. Bad luck, there.

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Louie Leppedimay and the gaggle of Universal Crudification Miss Americas once again thwart evil, choke down Old Styles, lie religiously at the Dugout, golf up a tepid storm, and otherwise flounder along the fuzzy boundary separating intellectual acuity from bumbling idiocy. How they manage without serious wounds, other than toward pride and good taste, remains an eternal mystery.

Louie Leppedimay appears nonthreatening while absorbing salience from swirling chaotic soup. That mask means bad luck for local Chicago felons and derailment for international plotters.