The Long Last Call

IT'S THE DEGRADEST SHOW ON EARTH!It's closing time at a backwoods strip club, somewhere in America. Business as usual, until an elegant stranger comes onto the scene: chumming the waters with a briefcase full of cash, and a dark agenda all his own.Because he is no mere human being. He is a walking repository for all of the anger and hate that men and women feel toward each other. And every scum-soaked dollar he hands out only serves to up the voltage on the war between the sexes. The have and have-nots. The lovers and the haters.The result is a blood-soaked, horny and horrifying monster-bash - THE DEGRADEST SHOW ON EARTH - that builds to a shocking and soul-stopping grand finale.

From Publishers Weekly

Readers with a taste for the blood and guts of films like The Devil's Rejects will enjoy Skipp's latest excursion into "Splatterpunk," the horror subgenre he cofounded that emphasizes explicit sex and violence as a means of communicating a visceral experience. A mysterious stranger shows up at a rural strip club right before closing time, initiating a series of events that escalates beyond anyone's control. The stranger, you see, reveals to the club's denizens their true natures. Skipp (Mondo Zombie) originally pitched the book as a movie idea—think Stephen King's Needful Things meets From Dusk to Dawn—but such a synopsis doesn't do justice to the author's depiction of the mutual parasitism of the dancers, who hate the patrons who degrade and exploit them, and the audience, trapped by loneliness, who despise the strippers for presenting an unattainable ideal of perfection. (June) Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.

About the Author

JOHN SKIPP is one of America's most cheerfully-perplexing Renaissance mutants: New York Times bestselling novelist turned filmmaker, satirist, social crusader, musical pornographer, splatterpunk poster child, purveyor of cuddly metaphysics, interpretive dancer, and all-around bon vivant.

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