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A review by pbraue13
Liarmouth by John Waters
4.0
If you have not heard of John Waters, have not seen a John Waters film, or read anything he has written… this book may not be for you. Should you pick it up to read it you will be shocked. After all he is known as the Pope of Trash. So with all that said, what is “Liarmouth”?
Sexpot forty-something Marsha Sprinkle is a liar and a hustler — squatting in foreclosed McMansions, fencing items from stolen luggage — and after promising to sleep with her partner in crime, Daryl, if he posed as her chauffeur for a year, the year is up, Daryl is, um, impassioned, and Marsha has no intention of honouring her deal. When they go to the airport to make what Marsha decides will be their final heist as a team, the con goes wrong, the pair run from the police in opposite directions, and the plot becomes a gonzo planes, trains, and automobiles road trip with Marsha trying to get to her ex-husband for overdue revenge and Daryl trying to get to Marsha. Along the way they cross paths with: a tickle fetishist; a hobo kidnapper; outlaw trampoline radicals on the run; an unlicensed pet plastic surgeon; a psychic talking penis (yes, a talking penis!); bouncers, flouncers, rimmers, and frotterers. The book is also populated with drag queens, plus-sized women, and sex workers who are all fun characters that had me squealing with laughter (along with the rest of this book). If that doesn’t get you running to the bookstore to read this, I am not sure what will, haha!
As a book it was a fun time and a wild ride. Waters’ next film is apparently going to be an adaptation of this book and I am fascinated to see what he does. This is certainly a feel-bad romance as the title proclaims so if you choose to read it, be prepared!
(4/5 stars)
Sexpot forty-something Marsha Sprinkle is a liar and a hustler — squatting in foreclosed McMansions, fencing items from stolen luggage — and after promising to sleep with her partner in crime, Daryl, if he posed as her chauffeur for a year, the year is up, Daryl is, um, impassioned, and Marsha has no intention of honouring her deal. When they go to the airport to make what Marsha decides will be their final heist as a team, the con goes wrong, the pair run from the police in opposite directions, and the plot becomes a gonzo planes, trains, and automobiles road trip with Marsha trying to get to her ex-husband for overdue revenge and Daryl trying to get to Marsha. Along the way they cross paths with: a tickle fetishist; a hobo kidnapper; outlaw trampoline radicals on the run; an unlicensed pet plastic surgeon; a psychic talking penis (yes, a talking penis!); bouncers, flouncers, rimmers, and frotterers. The book is also populated with drag queens, plus-sized women, and sex workers who are all fun characters that had me squealing with laughter (along with the rest of this book). If that doesn’t get you running to the bookstore to read this, I am not sure what will, haha!
As a book it was a fun time and a wild ride. Waters’ next film is apparently going to be an adaptation of this book and I am fascinated to see what he does. This is certainly a feel-bad romance as the title proclaims so if you choose to read it, be prepared!
(4/5 stars)