In this smashing follow-up to No Bugles, No Drums, Durden's Jamie Hawkins continues to be a brash, fascinating, foul-mouthed antihero who subsists on "caffeine, nicotine, and tequila.'' However, during Reagan's first term, Vietnam vet Hawkins has become a growingly unemployable reporter. His luck hits rock bottom when he's incarcerated in the Mexican Federal Prison in Merida for bearing four ounces of pot on his person. Happily, on hammock-selling day, he's rescued by the beautiful tourist/newspaper heiress, Julie Franklin-Rossini, who pulls many strings to get him out. In gratitude and in pursuit of sexual gratification, Hawkins agrees to work on her paper, the Philadelphia Call. From writing obits to desecrating Polish Day celebrations, he sweats out his boredom. Then a real story pops up. Is Philly's chief of police setting off bombs to make it appear the city is being invaded by terrorists?