(hb; 2022)
From the inside flap
“Marsha Sprinkle: Suitcase
thief. Scammer. Master of disguise. Dogs and children hate her. Her own family
wants her dead. She’s smart, desperate, she’s disturbed, and she’s on the run
with a big chip on her shoulder. They call her Liarmouth—until one insane man
makes her tell the truth.”
Review
Waters’s first novel reads
like his best, darkly hilarious, shocking, odd, and deviant-sex movies. Marsha
Sprinkle is iconoclastic to the bone, beloathed by her family and all those who
know her. After a normal airport suitcase-theft job goes awry for her and her sex-enthralled flunkie, Daryl, she flees from Dutch Village,
Baltimore, to Provincetown, Maryland, with people—including her cultic,
bounce-obsessed daughter (Poppy), her mother (Adora), Daryl (with his
compromised sex) in mostly hateful pursuit. Fast-moving, at times loosely descriptive (but always in a
true-to-effective form Waters way), Liarmouth builds to a howlingly
funny and morally/physically icky climax that could’ve easily been one of
his early films. Worth owning, this, if you’re a fan of Waters, or occasional-gross-out/scalpel-to-cultural-norms,
criminal humor.
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