This odd novel is a series of one-liners about a trip to Honolulu. It has little connection to reality or to a novel and certainly not to Honolulu. The author, Jack Handey, a Saturday Night Live writer, is familiar with Bob Hope-Bing Crosby-Dorothy Lamour road movies, but he’s familiar with a lot else as well. To say that this book is allusive is an understatement. The narrator is an unlikeable, self-absorbed reservoir of bad jokes and he grows tiresome early on. It became increasingly tedious to read this book. Its jokes fell flat and interest proved slight.