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New York. 1983. April 1983. Knopf. 1st American Edition. Very Good in Dustjacket. 0394529812. 1st Novel. 277 pages. hardcover. Jacket design by JaeL Graphics. keywords: Literature America. FROM THE PUBLISHER-What is Elliot Weiner? Well, to begin with, he's not a Californian! Actually, he's a perfectly decent, harmless, earnest Eastern fellow who happens to be staggering around Los Angeles under the colossal burden of a ponderously fatal flaw, the one that goes like this: ‘Gimme! ' And what does Elliot Weiner want? The long answer is the recognition of his peers as the nation's foremost scholar specializing in the life and works of our twenty-ninth Chief Executive. In other words, three of them, Warren Gamaliel Harding. And the short answer? A trunk! You see, Elliot Weiner has conceived the notion that history-not to mention the dreary community of other students of WGH-will never forget the name Elliott Weiner if only he can get his hands on the contents of that trunk. The trouble is, the trunk resides on the floor of the impregnable bedroom of a certain Mrs. Rebekah Kinney, an unthinkably ancient personage whose erstwhile pulchritude (and irresistibly fetching ways) once brought her into a shameless condition of ‘friendship' with the U.S. President in question. But why the trunk? Of course, the trunk! Mustn't letters have passed between the love-struck parties? Letters of an unmentionably revelatory nature? Where else would these-and other goodies-be hidden away if not in the trunk whose key Elliot Weiner has got to have or perish trying? But, alas, it is not the once-dishy Mrs. Kinney who creeps to the door when Elliot Weiner comes to call, quite frenzied by the mad invention of his scheme. Instead, it's the redoubtable Jonica (WGH's granddaughter without portfolio? ), and right behind her, as it were, half the crazies in Los Angeles County, all of whom seem squarely stationed between Elliot Weiner and that trunkful of juicy Hardingiana, between Elliot Weiner and a full professorship somewhere nice like Yale, between Elliot Weiner and the last of his cruelly embattled sanity. How does it all come out? inventory #6148.