Christopher Moore’s Coyote Blue (1994) may be best described as Tom Robbins meets American Gods (2001). The coyote trickster, a reoccurring figure in Native American folklore, appears to insurance salesman Sam Hunter as a handsome Native American who keeps cajoling poor Sam into making some very bad decisions. Is this payback for the act that turned teenage Samson Hunts Alone into Sam Hunter years ago? Could anything be bad enough to deserve a road trip with a wicked spirit guide who takes your credit card and thinks the ATM is a high-yielding slot machine? This irreverent romp is a perfect escape for those who’ve hit the wall with the season’s sugary-sweet snow and mistletoe.