Really did not enjoy what I read of this. Had to give up at 30% after giving it several more chapters than I wanted to. The characters are uninteresting and have no depth. The (spoiler alert) incident where a child punches Daryl in his boner making him dispel a year’s worth of fluid was vile even for John Waters. His work has been spotty since the 90s and I wished I would have kept moving through the titles after questioning the bad cover art.

Waters has written his first novel, and it's marketed as "a perfectly perverted feel-bad romance" - I can't disagree with that! You certainly have to either know what you're up to with Waters or be open to edgy, absurd and offensive humor to enjoy this, as this is transgressive writing and, as such, not for everybody. In the text, we meet 40-year-old professional suitcase thief and germaphobic con artist Marsha, who has promised her chauffeur and collaborator Daryl to have sex with him once if he supports her operation for one year and free of charge - when it's pay day, the partners in crime are exposed at an airport luggage carousel and flee, each one in a different direction. Now a crazy chase begins: Daryl hunts Marsha to get the sex he was promised, and he seeks and finds help with her daughter (a bouncy outlaw trampoline radical with jumpy friends) and her mother (who performs illegal plastic surgery on rich dogs). Both women have their own reasons to hate the runaway relative...

This campy romp indulges in orgies of surreal crime, sex, and overall bizarre settings, dialogues, and plotlines. I'm really looking forward to some reviews by the uninitiated who will bemoan coarse language, explicit perversions, general filth, implausible developments and unsympathetic characters ("I just couldn't identify with the woman who was a professional trampolinist adamant to kill her mother" or something along those lines) - you got to applaud Waters for that alone. This gay icon isn't called the "Pope of Trash" for nothing, kids.

So those four stars do not mean that this is great literature, here to win the Nobel - no, this is great for what it wants to be: Hautes bêtises, top-tier campy pulp, over-the-top glorious trash, a whole lot of fun in its absurdity.

If you don't know who John Waters is, check out this clip (LInk) in which he chats with Stephen Colbert.