The Manx Dossier

About this book

R. Treavor Mackenzie was put together like a kid's caricatured cat: round, short-limbed body attached to rounder head, seemingly without the benefit of neck; whiskered halfway between anarchist and satire; desperately in need of a haircut- a shaggy haystack of unruly, mud-clotted hair streamed like a straw-colored rat's nest out from underneath his faded El Alamein campaign hat; bulbous nose ruddy from a torrid love affair with Guinness Stout; hairy nostrils perennially inquisitive; bushy eyebrows perpetually arched in amazement at the human condition, but never more so than today.