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Liarmouth by John Waters
4.0
Liarmouth: A Feel-Bad Romance by John Waters is a riotous rollercoaster that plunges you headfirst into a world where dysfunction reigns supreme. Many years ago, my best friend and I would sit on my couch and laugh at the absurdity of John Water’s films, and our group chat was a daily reminder of her shockingly grotesque and wonderful sense of humor - this book is reminiscent of those days and a natural extension of that spirit.
With its potent mix of romance, action, and unabashedly absurd humor, it's a literary escapade that brings you to a world that you can almost believe exists – but truly hope doesn’t. If you have fond memories of Divine and Babs competing for title of filthiest person alive, or if cha-cha heels make you murderous, you’re likely to enjoy this one, too.
In this book, The King of Filth delivers once again with Marsha Sprinkle, a character who embodies the antihero archetype with gusto. As a scammer extraordinaire, she revels in her ability to spin outlandish fabrications at every turn, finding delight in the chaos they sow. She’s also estranged from her mother, who runs a cometic surgery business for pets, and her daughter, who leads a cult of trampoline fanatics who can’t stop bouncing. After Marsha turns up and steals some money, someone else turns murderous and a chase ensues, with the three women meeting in a family reunion of sorts.
Staring in this whirlwind of insanity is a cast of characters that includes a straight man and his gay talking penis, a troupe of trampoline fetishists, and other bizarre individuals who further support the theft, deceit, and rancor. It's a testament to Waters' storytelling prowess that amidst the chaos, there's a strange sense of coherence that keeps you hooked from start to finish. It's filthy, it's hilarious, and it's utterly unapologetic in its pursuit of the absurd. I found the book completely ridiculous, which is everything I wanted from the Prince of Puke.
This book would have been a big hit in the group chat. Allison would have loved it, and the fact that it reminded me of her, made me enjoy it even more. Love and miss you. Every day.
With its potent mix of romance, action, and unabashedly absurd humor, it's a literary escapade that brings you to a world that you can almost believe exists – but truly hope doesn’t. If you have fond memories of Divine and Babs competing for title of filthiest person alive, or if cha-cha heels make you murderous, you’re likely to enjoy this one, too.
In this book, The King of Filth delivers once again with Marsha Sprinkle, a character who embodies the antihero archetype with gusto. As a scammer extraordinaire, she revels in her ability to spin outlandish fabrications at every turn, finding delight in the chaos they sow. She’s also estranged from her mother, who runs a cometic surgery business for pets, and her daughter, who leads a cult of trampoline fanatics who can’t stop bouncing. After Marsha turns up and steals some money, someone else turns murderous and a chase ensues, with the three women meeting in a family reunion of sorts.
Staring in this whirlwind of insanity is a cast of characters that includes a straight man and his gay talking penis, a troupe of trampoline fetishists, and other bizarre individuals who further support the theft, deceit, and rancor. It's a testament to Waters' storytelling prowess that amidst the chaos, there's a strange sense of coherence that keeps you hooked from start to finish. It's filthy, it's hilarious, and it's utterly unapologetic in its pursuit of the absurd. I found the book completely ridiculous, which is everything I wanted from the Prince of Puke.
This book would have been a big hit in the group chat. Allison would have loved it, and the fact that it reminded me of her, made me enjoy it even more. Love and miss you. Every day.