Lyndon Johnson and the Majorettes

It is the summer of 1965. The assassination of JFK has left John Dupre - and all of America - with Lyndon Baines Johnson, 'hat Southern asshole' with a public persona cut from an old rock and roll song: 'I ride from Texas to enforce the law'. It's oppressively hot, the kind of heat that makes it practically impossible to do anything, or even think straight - and if John's brains aren't addled enough by the temperature, there's the endless obsession with girls - the persistent problems of his old flame Cassandra Markapolous and her younger sister Zoe. There's also the massive Civil War novel he's been studiously not working on. And to make things worse, LBJ's starting to call up the reserves. This is John in that gruelling summer waste land, 'a fat, broke, horny, unemployed, draft-eligible, Buddhist Confederate', who, if he doesn't do something drastic, is going to find his fat, broke, horny ass shipped overseas to get it shot off. "Lyndon Johnson and the Majorettes" is a delightful performance, a crackerjack novella that works on multiple levels, as intoxicating as a mint julep and as tightly wound as the spring in a home-made time-bomb.