From the rear jacket of “Sometimes Englishable”

Claude Dubreuil is trying his best to create the impression of being a serious professional. Having fallen back to New Orleans after two reputation-destroying mishaps at a Manhattan auction house, he attempts to both re-adapt to the concept of the three-hour workday and maintain his composure against the scourge of homegrown “Louisiana Communism” that has lately engulfed the city. With the help of smuggled prison letters from his “man on the inside” Mad Uncle Almonaster (the first person in the South ever to be arrested for crime he was guilty of), Claude will both rebuild his front porch and be draped in a revolutionary explosion of colour and brass. 
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