Richard Gid Powers

After writing four nonfiction books about the FBI, Richard Gid Powers has surged like one of Dune’s^® Sandworms^® up and onto the fiction shore of the writing desert (that’s about as far as I could take that metaphor), inflicting a religious thriller, The Mystery of the Trinity, on the faithful who need to know that blasphemy, sacrilege and stealing from the poor are not restricted to the clergy. Drawing on his deep knowledge of the FBI, the Army, and the Air Force (he worked his way up to ROTC Airman Something Class in college), his spoof spy novel, Secret Agent Gals appeared last year, and his Most Unkindest Cut will come out later this year. That one is, as far as he knows, only the second comic epic about circumcision.

So far publishers have managed to resist his Cock-Caboose-Itis Wars, the as-told-to memoir of Jennifer Aniston’s victory over the plague that turned American men into insatiable sex fiends. (Now they’re more or less cured, doncha know?) And in case publishers ever come to their senses, he has a backlog of over 300,000 words of short humorous sketches ready to be set into type to delight, astound, and otherwise improve the lives of the citizens of the Republic, Democrats, Republicans and sane people alike.

His working strategy is to put something funny, dirty, or stupid on every page, preferably funny, dirty, AND stupid. He dedicates his life and work to the triumph of good over evil, unless having evil triumph is funnier.