Fidel Castro is dead. Sorry, did I say dead? I meant to say 'in bed'. Yeah, that's right, Fidel Castro is in bed.
So begins one of the funniest books I have ever read.* O.K. I haven't read it all yet, just the first chapter, but man is it turning out funny or what.
It begins with his desire to play baseball with the New York Yankees and sets the scene for his lifelong hatred of the Topps Trading Card Company. It seems Topps were reluctant to issue a Rookie Card for the wannabe slugger. If only Topps had produced that Rookie Card Batista might still be in power.
The author goes into great detail when it comes to the subject of Castro's Will. Fidel has decreed he wants to be stuffed and mounted...after he is dead. The dictator wants to be remembered and venerated just like Joe Stalin and Trigger.
Taxidermists from all over Latin America are gathering in Havana for the event. Thousands of Cubans have taken hand saws to what little furniture they have in an effort to produce the finest sawdust. I think Fidel Castro is going to be larger than life in death.
I haven't gotten to the part where Castro talks about his hatred of cigars but when I do I'll let you in on the laughs.
* 'Fidel Castro looks Left and Right before Crossing Over.' by Jose Cabrera Sosa.