03/21/2022
Filmmaker and author Waters (the memoir Mr. Know-It-All) makes his fiction debut with a hilariously sleazy story of a con artist in which the villains are good guys, the good guys are silly, and everybody gets down and dirty. The heroine, Marsha “Liarmouth” Sprinkle, knows she is “better than other people” (and “smarter, too”). She teams up with a guy named Daryl who lives for the deal they’ve struck: once a year, amid their airport baggage scams and false accident claims, he gets to sleep with her. But Liarmouth is out to swindle everyone; not only Daryl but her daughter, Poppy, leader of a band of misfit trampoline fanatics who literally bounce through life; and her mother, Adora, who performs cosmetic surgery on pets. Liarmouth also wants her ex-husband dead, while self-righteous Poppy and Adora want her killed. Waters miraculously sustains the wacky humor in just about every line (here’s a throwaway description of a punk rocker who aged poorly: “No mosh pit for this guy. He’s too fat to catch!”). Along the way, characters air their grievances over the indignities of airports and cheap hotel rooms and wryly observe the cheery indulgences of Provincetown, Mass., where a family of parents and children sport matching “I EAT ASS” sweatshirts. Raunchy and exhausting, it’s a must for fans of high camp. (May)
Named a Best Book of the Year by Esquire
"Like any true weirdo, [Waters] seems to consider himself normal. When you read a book like this, you're wandering into a maze of anarchy that is fully legible only to its creator." —Molly Young, The New York Times
“I couldn't put it down, like a bomb singing me a lullaby. For fans of John's movies, this will be a delicious treat. And for the boring people who don't know what's up, good luck. Marsha is probably the funniest villain I've ever read, and I was cheering for her the whole way through. Like all of John's work, this was true comedy, he has ransacked culture for its absurdity, violence and lunacy, and yet somehow I am happier to be here after going along for the ride.” —Ottessa Moshfegh, author of My Year of Rest and Relaxation
“There's a glee to Waters' writing. You can imagine him grinning as he pushes certain buttons, daring the audience to come along for the ride.” —Andrew Limbong, NPR
"Liarmouth: A Feel-Bad Romance is a hopscotching, subversive and full-versive, madcap version of Planes, Trains and Automobiles. Though I don’t want to spoil the plot’s twists and twists and twists—it’s a delicious literary strawberry Twizzler embedded with Pop Rocks—by sharing too much detail, the pleasure of the novel is as much Waters’ verbal acrobatics as the increasingly wacky plot, which includes extreme bouncing enthusiasts on a quest, nearly-immaculate conceptions, appendages that spontaneously talk, and cross-species pets." —Mandana Chaffa, The Chicago Review of Books
"A characteristically Waters-ian phantasmagoria of good, unclean fun . . . [Liarmouth is a] campy, raunchy, surreal story, rife with ribald pleasures." —Adrienne Westenfeld, Esquire
"Peak John Waters camp." —Keziah Weir, Vanity Fair
"[Liarmouth is] full of characters and shocking twists—pet face-lifts, trampoline cults, a talking phallus . . . [Marsha Sprinkle] and the other dramatis personae of “Liarmouth” feel like they’ve just walked off a Waters set still in character." —Tyler Malone, The Los Angeles Times
"Nasty, violent, and obscene? Over-the-top, ricocheting, and hilarious? All of the above describe the self-described Pope of Trash and Filth Elder’s first novel . . . [The] misadventures are absurd, vulgar, bloody, comic, and weirdly sweet as devilish Waters keeps the pedal to the metal . . . and slyly advocates for acceptance and love." —Donna Seaman, Booklist
“It’s fetishistic and fantastical (there’s a psychic talking penis that puts Tommy Lee’s phallus to shame) but also smart, sarcastic, and satiric. It makes for a sexy, sometimes cringey but mostly very funny read, and like most of his output, it’s boldly un-PC.” —Lina Lecaro, The Village Voice
"[Waters] has found a new way to channel his singular vision . . . As we follow the characters—mainly the irresistibly awful Marsha Sprinkle—and their schemes, which range from just legal enough to downright criminal, all laced with the Waters brand of hilarious deviancy, it starts to feel like, maybe for the first time, America has actually caught up with Waters." —Jason Diamond, GQ
"Sleaze is oozing out of every page of Liarmouth, but if you're a JOhn Waters freak . . . that's a very good thing . . . . [A] hilarious ride . . . It's at once entirely otherworldy and intimately familiar." —Matthew Hays, Gay and Lesbian Review
"Liarmouth is as crazy as anything [Waters] has ever put to film . . .This deliciously trashy novel has everything: adult trampoline enthusiasts, doggy butt lifts, a talking bisexual phallus, and ear masturbation." —Shannon Carlin, Pitchfork
"A hilariously sleazy story of a con artist in which the villains are good guys, the good guys are silly, and everybody gets down and dirty . . . it’s a must for fans of high camp." —Publishers Weekly
"The king of campology is back, as gleefully heinous as ever." —Kirkus Reviews
"Waters writes as sublimely he directs, his switch set somewhere between camp humour and the shockingly obscene, which makes it a thrilling and perverted ride, just so." —Tammy Moir, Happy Magazine
04/01/2022
DEBUT This first novel by Waters (the iconic director of Hairspray and Female Trouble) is nothing short of stunningly outrageous—a nonstop smorgasbord of theft, deceit, and rancor fueled by an unrelenting, unabashedly sexualized comic genius. It commences with Marsha Sprinkle and Daryl Hotchkins as partners in a luggage theft scam. Daryl's incentive is sex with Marsha in exchange for his participation. Their flagrant thievery is discovered, and their photos are posted on local news channels. Chased by security, they become separated, but both accomplished scammers continue to steal on different tangents. Multiple cumulative adventures ensue. Daryl's penis (named Richard) starts talking. Marsha steals from her movement-obsessed daughter Poppy and then from her estranged mother, Adora. This causes a melee-filled revenge chase across several states. The distributed action converges at an analingus festival in Provincetown, Mass. Here Marsha discovers the turn-on of telling the truth and Richard is detached from Daryl in a dog attack. Marsha then fakes her death and gets away with everything. VERDICT This eminently farcical and jocular work reads like Planes, Trains and Automobiles meets, oddly enough, a John Waters movie; recommended for intrepid readers cognizant of satire.—Henry Bankhead
2022-02-08
A grifter couple rampages up the Eastern Seaboard, their relatives and genitals in tow.
Marsha Sprinkle and Daryl, her ex-husband/chauffeur, have been living high on the hog in a foreclosed McMansion, making regular raids on the Baltimore/Washington International Airport baggage claim to keep themselves in clothing, cash, and fake IDs. Tension between the couple is running high—it's the one day a year that Marsha permits sexual intercourse, and Daryl and his little friend, Richard (his penis has a life, a voice, and dreams of its own), are ready to collect. Marsha, however, has absolutely no intention of honoring her agreement, so when a heist at the airport goes awry, she gives Daryl and Richard the slip and goes on the lam by herself. Fleeing up the East Coast, she's trailed not only by her ex and his penis, but by her estranged 22-year-old daughter, Poppy, and Poppy's cabal of bouncing friends—Leepa, Vaulta, and other "leaders in the radical trampoline movement"—as well as her also-estranged mother, Adora. New York–based Adora is worshipped on the Upper East Side for her plastic surgery on dogs. Her own cocker spaniel, Surprize, has been made over to look like Joan Rivers ("Adora has spent years sculpting, tucking, pulling, and lasering her dog’s skin into that 'wind tunnel' look that Joan made her signature") but is now transitioning to become a cat. All of this gives Waters plenty of opportunity for woke jokes; Amtrak, bus, and airport jokes; and, of course, poop jokes. If you are a Waters fan, you have long since made your peace with the latter. Good thing, because the whole crew of Marsha haters is headed to Provincetown for the annual Anilingus Festival. Billed as Waters' debut novel, this road story is a cousin of the stories included in his hitchhiking memoir, Carsick (2015).
The king of campology is back, as gleefully heinous as ever.
09/01/2022
Waters, the filmmaker, actor, and artist, adds this debut novel to seven previous nonfiction books, including Mr. Know-It-All: The Tarnished Wisdom of a Filth Elder and Make Trouble. Marsha and Daryl are a consummate "confidence game" couple. They grift all over, grabbing bags at the airport, lying, stealing, and cheating without prejudice—even targeting family or anyone else who shows them kindness. Marsha's daughter Poppy and her entourage of trampoline "acrobatic fanatics" have been ripped off once too often and are out for revenge. Every scene in this chase tale is over-the-top and delightfully distasteful. Waters is the overlord of alliteration trotting out "blubbering boyhood bereavement" and describing a couple that "kiss like cobras." He bests himself with rhymes like "Jeepers creepers, this guy is a peeper" every chance he gets. As the audiobook's narrator, Waters does not perform character voices in but adds so much heart and soul that it is certainly a better bet to listen rather than read this alternative romance. VERDICT Waters's hilariously filthy debut novel is recommended to all libraries; as Jo Goodwin has said, "A truly great library contains something in it to offend everyone."—Christa Van Herreweghe