COVER OF BOOK (both front and back, spread out without text)
Thad Says Parts is Parts (And Thad is Right) takes place in San Francisco, and so, this is a stylized landscape of San Francisco – with Japanese-screen-like scrolls of tubular fog rolling over the early morning hills of the Presidio, the Golden Gate bridge in the distance, all on a winter morning.
You can tell its Lands End because there’s no buildings visible – Baker and Marshall beaches would be just in front of us – we’re on the Pacific ocean looking Northwest onto the entrance to San Francisco bay, at Fort Point. The sun is low in the northern sky – so it’s probably winter.
FRONTISPIECE
Eddie (the protagonist of this book) is followed remorselessly by an SF policeman through ridiculous SF rush hour traffic on a (remorselessly) bright yellow Vespa (otherwise known as “The Great Banana” among its various aficionados and admirers), this all happens at some crucial point in the whole “Thad Says Parts is Parts” narrative and our hero Eddie just barely and very narrowly escapes a Fate Worse Than Death (at least in Eddie’s eyes) – although the remorselessness of this particular officer of the City of San Francisco and his remorseless actions continue to plague poor Eddie for chapters and chapters to come.








