Weetzie Bat - Characters

Characters

Weetzie Bat
The central character of the book. Daughter of Brandy-Lynn and Charlie Bat, best friend of Dirk, lover of My Secret Agent Lover Man, mother of Cherokee. When first seen, she is a skinny, unusual girl with a bleach-blonde flat-top hair cut, a love of Indian culture, and a quirky sense of style. When presented with a magic lamp, she makes three life-altering wishes, none of which turn out as she expects them to.
Dirk
The best friend of Weetzie Bat. Grandson of Fifi, lover of Duck, and possible father to Cherokee. When first introduced, he possesses blue eyes and a black Mohawk, which later morphs into a ducktail. He drives a 1955 red Pontiac named Jerry, after Jerry Lewis. Like Weetzie, Dirk tends to have poor taste in men.
My Secret-Agent Lover Man
A movie director with green eyes who rides a motorcycle. He appears in Weetzie’s life after her three wishes.
Duck
A short, blonde, freckly male surfer who wears leather.
Slinkster Dog
Slinkster Dog is Weetzie’s dog.
Go Go Girl
My Secret-Agent Lover Man buys Go Go Girl as a mate for Slinkster Dog so that Weetzie will stop wishing for children as she can raise the dogs' puppies.
Cherokee
Weetzie’s daughter.
Witch Baby
The daughter of My Secret-Agent Lover Man and Vixanne (also known as "the Lanka")
Grandma Fifi
Dirk’s grandmother
Charlie Bat
Weetzie’s father.
Valentine JahLove, Ping Chong, and Raphael Chong JahLove
Valentine is a tall Rastafarian. Ping Chong is a tiny Chinese woman working as a fashion designer in L.A. (Shangri-L.A). They have a son named Raphael.
Brandy-Lynn
Weetzie’s mother.
Vixanne (aka “the Lanka”)
A woman with long, black hair, purple, tilty eyes and a long body.

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