Thursday, February 28, 2008

The Losers' Club

Martin Sierra, a would-be writer with a dead-end job, has accumulated a mountain of rejection slips, and is in love with a woman who is in love with another woman. He cruises the personal ads and the club scene in NYC's East Village, which is weird beyond belief -- transvestites, retro-punks, rockabilly boys with "elephant trunk haircuts," nuevo-hippies with "fruit-coloured granny glasses, top hats, and love beads."

He meets Amaris, who's into vampires, and Lola, a painter who takes him to a graveyard to introduce him to her parents. When she shows him her paintings of dismembered NYPD officers, she nudges him and says, "Is mah' clit showin' or what?"

There are some very funny lines in the book. Some typical examples:

"And that was Atomic Bitchwax from their 'Total Castration' CD," Starr would announce. "Catch them later this month at the Fierce Pussy Festival, along with The Post-Christ Disciples, Screaming Headless Torso, and Shirley McDicklips and the Ass Clamps."

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On the corner of 6th Street, ragamuffin skate punks congregated, soliciting funds, while up the block, a high-spirited gal with neon-green hair and yellow day-glo lipstick hawked issues of a revived journal entitled, Fuck You: A Magazine of the Arts. "Fuck you, sir?" she cried to the impassive pedestrians. "M'am? Fuck you?"

The author, Richard Perez, cites Bukowski and Henry Miller as influences, and lists as favourite books Lolita by Nabokov, Nausea by Sartre, The Fan Man by William Kotzwinkle, and Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter Thompson.

Author Interview