True comic novels are as rare these days as an undiscovered Rembrandt or Picasso, and for anyone who can possibly imagine Woody Allen as a "hit man" for the Mafia (an art teacher who is mugged and suffers amnesia), this novel presents a page by page cure-all for any ill that fails to withstand unrepressed laughter. Add to this a touch of almost impossible love (the Mafia Leader's stone cold daughter, a spinster, actually does just that by falling for the mistaken hit man, despite herself, and the suicidal odds against it) and lucky readers need fear anymore the dark winter nights, or hot summer days, while tasting the sweets of this menacing, screwball comedy that can't get any funnier than it already is --and the author, in preparation for more, is already at work on another confection of comedy: Who Killed Ramona Rosenberg? Which raises even more questions than the title suggests.