Jack Douglas blunders forward in his hilarious, ill-fated search for the perfect place to live. This time wanderlust and typical Douglas logic lures him to, whereelse, the jungles of the Amazon where a giant anaconda with a taste for Volkswagens and a plantation full of leaky rubber trees are the least of the worries confronting the Douglas clan. Barritos, Brazil, used to be a quiet town. The neighbors were a little out of the ordinary, admittedly, by Jack Douglas, his paitent Japannese wife Reiko, and their two adventerous sons soon leaerned to get along with the willful nut baron and his feline, gun-toting wife; the sacrificing witch doctor; the local priest, fresh from Hollywood and his band of undulating converts; an over sexed pygmy king; even the platoon of goose-stepping Cubans drilling for teh revolution in the backyard swamp. Only when the curvaceous Dr. Victoria Ramsey arrives, hot from the States and fanatically determined to save the Brazilians from the population explosion, do things begin to go completely haywire. How does a man explain, delicately, to a luscuious M.D., that the fun-loving natives will continue to wear the funny round pieces of rubber on their toes until she demonstrates otherwise? As with all Douglas books, this one has its share of wit and humor. The pattern of his writing is certainly established at this point and that structure required of a Douglas book begins to grow weary. THe puns and countless references to bosoms are all good and fine but this one almost felt phoned it and even for DOuglas, a little ridiculous. The characters are sketched out but done so rather crudely, even Reiko comes across as 2-D in this one, with misspelled Japanese words to boot. The book is fine, easy-reading and a decent distraction but not the best of Douglas' works and certainly not the best humor book I have read. ( )