A Town Called Suckhole

by David W. Barbee

Blade Runner meets Sling Blade in the weirdest Southern Gothic ever. Far into the future, in the nuclear bowels of post-apocalyptic Dixie, there is a town. A town of derelict mobile homes, ancient junk, and mutant wildlife. A town of slack jawed rednecks who bask in the splendors of moonshine and mud boggin'. A town dedicated to the bloody and demented legacy of the Old South. A TOWN CALLED SUCKHOLE But all is not well for the last remnant of hillbilly society. Suckhole's annual "Hell-Yeah Heritage Jamboree" is suddenly threatened by a string of gruesome murders. The town's sheriff, an illiterate yokel with a cleft pallet, is at his extremely limited wit's end, and he knows there is only one man smart enough to solve the mystery: Dexter Spikes, a monstrous missing link between swamp and man brought to life by natural evolution. He lives in the swamps alone, shunned by the simple townsfolk of Suckhole who don't believe in the wicked sciencery of his existence. If Dexter takes the sheriff's case, he'll have to face the undead culprits behind the murders, who are determined to bring about the next apocalypse. If he refuses the job, the town will be doomed to a vicious slaughter. "A Town Called Suckhole is the finest post-apocalyptic southern gothic mudpunk buddy-cop blow-out ever put to print. Which is to say this mutant motherfucker of a debut novel lands with serious world-inventing swagger and marks David W Barbee as a go-to Bizarro writer for outrageously over-the-top action, big laughs and surprising heart." -JEREMY ROBERT JOHNSON, author of We Live Inside You and Angel Dust Apocalypse "With the manic intensity of a tent revival on fire and the stupefying mendacity of a snake oil peddler on peyote, Barbee builds a rich, grimy world so steeped in rampaging Confederate id that for long stretches, I could not see it clearly through my red, blinding rage at not having written it, myself." -CODY GOODFELLOW, author of Perfect Union

Genres: Bizarro Fiction, Horror, Fiction

129 pages, Paperback

First published September 15, 2011

About the author

David W Barbee, human about town. Check out my blog-thing: http://www.davidwbarbee.wordpress.com

Reviews

[Melki · Rating 4 out of 5]

----What's 23 feet long and has 14 teeth?----
----The line for funnel cake at the Suckhole Jamboree.----

This book reads like an extreme version of the old computer game, Redneck Rampage.

IF you can avoid the mutant hillbillies, werepossums, froxes, and giant mosquitos, the swamp witches are waiting to eviscerate you and steal your manhood in the nastiest way possible.

Make it to the end of the game, and you get to face .... Hank Williams, Jr.

Yee-haw!

Fun from beginning to end.

[Dan · Rating 3 out of 5]

When a killer has the men of th epost-apocalyptic redneck town of Suckhole living in fear of being murdered and having their genitals severed, Sheriff Billy Jack Bledskoe and his son, Deputy Jesco, turn to mutant Dexter Spikes for help. Will Spikes find the killer or will the three men (or two men and one mutant) wind up penisless and past tense?

In this outing, David Barbee explores the idea of a nuclear apocalypse where only the rednecks survive and thrive in the aftermath. And it's hilarious! The redneck lever is pulled all the way down and duct-taped into place in this book.

Barbee lovingly skewers the redneck culture, taking it to an extreme but still logical level. Where else can you read about worshipers of St. Hank and Jeezus, people with three first names living in double decker trailers, and a monster constructed from deceased Daughters of the Confederacy called Sluttenstein? Not very many, unless you're from the godless arctic hellhole called Ohayo...

The story is a mystery that takes Jesco and Dexter all around Suckhole and the general vicinity. While I didn't find it to be much of a mystery, it was quite an entertaining, especially after a certain character was unexpectedly killed. If I cut and pasted all the funny bits I want to mention, I'd quickly run out of space. Klu Klux Commandos, a one gallon soda called the Thurst Fucker, collard-wrapped hog pecker deep fired in peanut oil, an artificially intelligent moonshine still, the list goes on and on.

The characters are an interesting bunch. Jesco, the deputy struggling to fill his father's shoes, Dexter Spike, the mutant who longs for acceptance, and Mayor Crockwallop, who reminds me of the mayor in Jaws.
A Town Called Suckhole will appeal to fans of redneckery in general, as well as fans of Joe Lansdale's brand of humor. It's a fun way to spend a few hours.

[Steve Lowe · Rating 5 out of 5]

Love is a strong word. I've met David W. Barbee in real, non-Internet life. I've quaffed beers shoulder to shoulder with the man and his wonderful wife. I've marveled at the awesome vision of David reading from his masterpiece, A TOWN CALLED SUCKHOLE, and how people lined up afterwards to get their hands on this book.

I mention all this for transparency's sake, but I also want you to know that I love David W. Barbee. I love him in the bromantic way that two men can love each other without the risk or promise of orificial penetration. And I love this book he has written.

Love it.

You've read a million times in reviews where an author has "rendered a rich world filled with depth and layers" and all that sort of jazz, right? Well, David Barbee's world of SUCKHOLE is deep-fried in a batter of bizarro ingenuity and served up on a stick of post-apocalyptic Southern gothic weirdness that you won't be able to resist sucking down. (I swear, I'm not gay for David Barbee.)

Barbee fully imagines SUCKHOLE, which makes it so easy to get lost in that world of nuclear fallout mutated rednecks and swamp monsters. But then he does what so many authors of the fantastic struggle to do, and he peoples SUCKHOLE with actual characters who have depth, emotion, dimension, and story arcs that we want to follow through to the end and screech out a rebel yee-haw for.

Did I mention I loved this book? Because I do. And I love David Barbee's sweet, Southern, robot-bizarro-writin' ass. Still no homo here, just some good ol fashion man love.

[Dustin Reade · Rating 4 out of 5]

One of the things I have always loved about Louis L'Amour is that, in all of his books, each chapter usually starts with some kind of scene description. Like, he'll talk about the way the sun looks as it crest over a sand dune in the distance. He then pans back in his description and introduces the characters. For example: the thing about the sun and the sand dunes? That gets explained in great detail and then he reveals that it is on this same dune upon which our hero is riding his trusty horse after that last battle with the Indians. Or cowboys. Whatever.
The point is, I always enjoyed the way he did that. It really laid the scene out nicely and helped me to fully visualize the world he was writing about.

David W. Barbee, in this book, utilizes the same device, and to marvelous effect. (should that have been "affect"? I can never tell. Oh well.)

Seriously, the descriptions in this book are top-notch. They are vivid and fully realized, and Barbee utilizes all sorts of literary devices to help the reader grasp them. And it works.
The town of Suckhole is here in all its Mud-Soaked Glory. The characters, though hilariously stereotypical, were nonetheless fully realized--not to mention visualized.
That's a neat trick. The whole "show-don't-tell" thing. It works. And David W. Barbee can do it like a sumbitch.
Not to mention, this book is filled with some really startling ideas. Like, the origin story of Dexter Spikes? blew my effin' MIND! Probably because I am fascinated with evolution, and to see it used in this way was a treat, to say the least.

Also, this book basically had everything a fan of weirdo-lit could possibly want: Giant Bugs, Robots, Cleft-Lipped Rebels, A Murder Mystery, severed genitals, and so on. It is one hell of a honky-tonk hoedown and it is worth every penny and every minute.

I think you should probably read it.
Today.
Go on amazon or barnes-n-noble right now and buy a copy.
Go ahead.
Right now.

I'll wait.

[Anita Dalton · Rating 4 out of 5]

Poor David Barbee. He has the decidedly bad luck to have his book come up for review when I am bizarro-ed out. I don’t think I can be as enthusiastic about this book as I would have had I not been reading so much bizarro that not even the strangest bizarro trope seems the least odd or outre anymore. But even as I am thisclose to eliminating bizarro from my reading diet until I can enjoy it again, I can say that I found Barbee’s novel amusing. I have a fondness for southern-culture-on-the-skids and this book totally delivers on that front.

Excuse me as I try to summarize this book, because it’s pretty heavy, plot-wise: Suckhole is a degenerate Southern town. It’s pretty much The Hills Have Eyes, Two Thousand Maniacs! and The Dukes of Hazzard with a dash of Matlock if Matlock was a genetically mutated abomination. It’s white trash, Mad Max and the Land the Civil War Forgot. So it’s going to be nasty and offensive. Sheriff Jesco Ray Bledskoe becomes the law in Suckhole upon his father’s death/murder. Suckhole’s denizens have been falling victim to a killer and what with the Hell-Yeah Heritage Jamboree coming up, he has to find the killer and quickly. Because he is an inbred simpleton, Bledskoe knows he must get help to solve these murders so he finds a horrifying mutation named Dexter Spikes ,who is the only creature smart enough to be of any use to him. Together, these two characters explore a really foul, post-apocalyptic landscape to find a killer. There are subplots with feral children that seem to hark back to Children of the Corn and there are succubi that are out to thwart Bledskoe and Spikes, but mostly you want to focus on the sheriff and his strange buddy-cop configuration

You can read my entire discussion here.

[Andrew Stone · Rating 5 out of 5]

A Town Called Suckhole is a crazy fun satirical bizarro book steeped in the confederacy and what remains of yt supremacy in the US. This novella started a bit slow for me, but as it progressed, the plot and the southern slang rly began to come together to create a wonderful reading experience. A Town Called Suckhole is an excellent book, and even more relevant today than when it first came out 9 long years ago.

[Cassandra Rose · Rating 3 out of 5]

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Ah, post-apocalyptic radioactive wastelands created in an alternative history America. You gotta love them. This novella is all about the end times in Suckhole, which occurred “eleventy thousand years” ago when dinosaurs and cars lived side by side and the North declared war on the “harmless” South. The war, which destroyed the population, revolved around the North turning the slaves against their masters with evil science, global warming and abortions! It’s easy to figure out who’s telling this story.

Unfortunately for the nation, the North, led by Abraham Hussein Lincoln (their words, not mine) escalated to nuclear war and Suckhole was created from the ashes of the devastation as a land of freedom for Southerners. Due to radiation, crazy mutated animals formed and took over the world. Like they do. One would hope that it would be sterility considering what was left behind of the population to breed, but that was sadly not the case. Instead lizardhounds, jackalopes, bear-sized mosquitoes and werepossums took over the landscape. Hopefully they at least help with population control.

In addition to crazy animals, the story is peppered with crazy characters who live in an even crazier world. There’s Mayor Crockwallop, the deceased Skeeter John Whorley (whose death starts the murder investigation the plot revolves around), Sheriff Bledskoe, the truck hat wearing idiot and his deputy/son Jescoe. The town is populated with gangs like the Hill Bills and the militia, and is full of trailers stacked on top of one another to form towers and a cityscape. Names like Smackdab Street, Foxworthy Square, Fleabit Street and Blue Tick Boulevard are the best the townsfolk could come up with. No surprise from a place with no schools because they’re, “breeding ground[s] for soulless Commies”.

Besides the basic Southern folks you would expect to live in town, there are the upper-class hillbillies who wear gator-skin overalls and rhinestone suits, hipster hillbillies, and the Haulers. The Haulers are revered members of society who bring scraps in from outside Suckhole (i.e. the wreckage of the old world) to use in the community. These scavengers are considered heroes of Suckhole for their trash sorting abilities. The “American Pickers” would be proud. Of course they have nothing on the sentient moonshine stills who demand hats in exchange for booze. Yeah, I have no idea.

Out in the swamp is Dexter Spikes, a mutant animal/human hybrid that the people of Suckhole consider to be an abomination against “Jeezus” according to the “Byble”. No one ever said the people of Suckhole were literate. Despite being a monkey-lizard-man creature, Dexter is the smartest member of the town even though he lives on the outskirts of it. Semantics. For this reason and possibly a whole slew of others, he is brought in to figure out why the townspeople- men in particular- are being murdered and literally dismembered. That is having their members removed. You just don’t send a boy to do a lizard man’s job.

As if this wasn’t a strange enough world, there is also a tangential story dealing with the Daughters of the Confederacy, a disbanded coven of witches who are working toward a goal of Southern Genesis. There’s the android Succubosa, her sister Sluttenstein created from animals and the skins of fallen Daughters, and their oldest sister Syphilia. The rule of three is alive and well even in bizarro fiction!

Since this story is set in the South, the characters and the occasional omniscient narrator have very distinct accents. On the one hand, it puts you in the mood of the story and gives it a distinct authentic flair- albeit one bordering on parody. On the other, it can get grating and take you out of the story if you can’t get adjusted to the dialogue. For me, it was oftentimes annoying. My brain just didn’t like the improper use of the English language. It was like the cast of “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo” was living inside my head.

Despite being a bizarro novel not everything is fun and games. Instead, through the extremely intelligent “monster” Dexter Spikes, Barbee explores the South, their missteps in history, and how the people of Suckhole worked their way around these problems to continue living their simple little lives. It was nice to see him put a little weight on American history in particular, the atrocities we have caused and the ways in which our country deals with them through the scope of Suckhole. You can have your bizarro and explore meaningful historical imperatives too.

[Matthew Vaughn · Rating 4 out of 5]

David Barbee first came to my attention when he wrote Carnageland for the New Bizarro Author Series. I didn’t get a chance to read that one but I remembered the name when he put out his next book, A Town Called Suckhole. I’ve always been a sucker for post-apocalyptic fiction so I eye-balled this one for awhile. It wasn’t until he ran a special for a signed copy of his book that I finally bought it. I’ll just go ahead and mention that when I got the book in the mail Barbee threw in a bunch of extra goodies like comic books and trading cards, he’s just a swell guy.

The meat of the book takes place after the War of Northern Aggression was ended with the dropping of nuclear bombs. The world had been destroyed but the south was able to rise up with the help of such great rednecks as George W Foxworthy, Jeezus, and the beloved St. Hank. They helped in the creation of the town of Suckhole. Fast forward some odd years and it’s time for the Hell-Yeah Heritage Jamboree. Someone has been brutally killing the town’s folk. It’s up to the sheriff, his son, and a monster that doesn’t exist named Dexter Spikes to figure it before the start of the Jamboree. Things end up getting pretty crazy and violent.

There’s so much about this book to like. Suckhole is filled to the brim with a crazy cast of characters. From Sheriff Billy Jack Bledskoe with his horrible cleft lip to Skynyrd Lee Faulkridge and the rest of the steroid pumped Militia. Chances are you’ve never read about characters like this before, and Barbee has the chops to write them real and unforgettable. Some of my favorites would be the sentient robotic moonshine stills, with their need to one up each other.

There are lots of references to the south and country music in this book. Barbee plays in almost every redneck stereotype you could think of, but it’s funny too. Barbee’s writing is extremely entertaining. He mixes in equal doses of action, humor, and weirdness. If you like your bizarro well written with a strong plot and slightly grotesque to boot, then this book is for you.

[David Barbee · Rating 5 out of 5]

Psst. Hey, you! Post a review of this here book and I'll send you some of my Granny's fruitcake and a bottle of toilet liquor!

[S.T. Cartledge · Rating 5 out of 5]

A Town Called Suckhole is one of those books that really resonates with me because it reminds me of a specific time and place. It happens a lot when I’m travelling or on holidays. Whenever I’m not home and I take the time to devour a good book, the book seems to stick with me better.

The first time I recall connecting with a book on this level was when I read Dorothy Porter’s verse novel, the Monkey’s Mask. I bought it in the Perth Domestic Airport and read it on the plane to Melbourne. I picked it up because I’d heard about the author and I’d heard some great stuff about the book. But my brother and my parents thought I was checking it out because of the naked lesbians on the cover. I read most of the book on the plane, and then finished it on the taxi to the hotel and in our hotel room that night. And the book itself reminds me of a time before that when I was taking a unit on Poetry, which was run by professor Brian Dibble. That was when I really gained an interest in writing and reading poetry. That was when he introduced the class to a Japanese poet called Matsuo Basho. That guy that’s famous for all the haiku he wrote. I’m pretty sure that it was on a later trip to Melbourne that I bought a collection of his work. But it was always that one haiku that stuck with me, that, obviously, had a large influence on Dorothy Porter. I’ve written about it several times before and it goes like this:

Year after year

On the monkey’s face

A monkey’s mask.

That’s Basho, and he’s brilliant. Dorothy Porter is brilliant too, but in a different way, and whenever I think of her, I think of that flight to Melbourne. That was when I first took notice of the verse novel as a literary form that I would love to work on some day down the track.

Then there was American Psycho, by Bret Easton Ellis, which I read on another trip to Melbourne, where I was staying at a backpackers and doing a fair amount of reading in my dorm. And someone had left an Irvine Welsh novel in one of the lockers. It had a cat face thing on the cover and I think it was called Glue but I can’t remember and I can’t seem to find the cover online. And then there was V for Vendetta, which I read on that same trip on the flight home from Melbourne, and it was the first proper graphic novel I read.

And now we come to Suckhole. It was the beginning of February and I was taking the train to a town called Kalgoorlie in Western Australia for my cousin's engagement party. It's a seven hour trip, and I spent some of it reading, some of it taking notes on the book I had just started writing, and some of it watching tv shows and junk. I read a fair chunk of the book on the train there. Then I read a little while I was there, and I finished it off on the way home. Now, I don't want to imply that my family is a bunch of hillbilly rednecks, but it felt kind of appropriate that I was reading Suckhole while I was holidaying in Kalgoorlie. It's mainly just the fact that the city is out in the middle of nowhere, founded on a goldrush, and therefore, with all the dust and dirt and promise of great wealth without the prerequisite of education and intelligence, the town (and the state, I guess) can be read as a bogan's paradise. And bogans are pretty much Australian rednecks. I've got nothing against the town or the people, but my setting seemed to fit nicely with the setting of the book.

The story itself is a little like this: Think of the Road. That book by Cormac McCarthy. Post-apocalyptic America, everything is ruined, everything is bleak and miserable. Picture that setting, and then picture the only survivors are mutant redneck hillbillies. That's Suckhole, right there. And what a town it is! I love this book for its richly detailed setting populated with quirky, fascinating characters. It feels like David W. Barbee created a map of the town, and constructed it out of the junk he found lying around in the post-apocalypse wasteland. It feels like he took a trip down to Suckhole and noted down where everything is, what they look like, and it's got a real pioneer town feel about it. Just a fleeting part of history that'll be gone once civilisation kicks back up again. I guess that's one reason why I felt a strong connection between Suckhole and Kalgoorlie. The pioneer town of old Kalgoorlie is something I only gained access to through history, museums, tours and such. I went there on a year five camp, and did the whole gold prospecting tour thing, and compared and contrasted it to the Kalgoorlie industry of more recent times, the underground mines and superpits and such, and I felt like Suckhole was one of those towns. I could see some time in the future, kids going to a contemporary Suckhole and checking out the little historical preservation part of town where they would learn all about Saint Hank and the Bledskoe sheriffs, and that intelligent swamp monster, Dexter Spikes. The story of how Dexter and Sheriff Jesco saved the town of Suckhole.

A Town Called Suckhole is populated with some superb imagery, some of the most fascinating characters and settings I've ever read, and once you get right into the plot, it's like you're caught in a suckhole and the only way out is to finish the book. In addition to setting, Barbee's got some great scenes here, too. My favourite part of the book happens early on where Jesco's father, Sheriff Billy Jack Bledscoe, asks the social outcast, Dexter Spikes, for help.

As quirky as it is, Suckhole could have easily gone for the gross-out humour and redneck jokes, to turn the book into a right comedic farce. But the town of Suckhole is entertaining enough as it is, and Barbee has gone for a character driven, and plot driven, story, which creates a sympathy for these woefully ignorant people, and that really brings the town of Suckhole to life.

Yeah, it’s bizarre, at times it’s pretty gross-out. But it’s really fucking cool, it’s brilliantly written, and very rewarding from a reader’s perspective. Hands down, it’s one of my favourite bizarro books.

[Sam McCanna · Rating 4 out of 5]

First, I'd like to say that I'm not sure I have ever seen a cover art and book title combination that so accurately represented the feeling of a book. If you like the name, and you like the cover art, you will like this book! :)

Though it took me a couple chapters to immerse myself, I quickly picked up on who was who, and what was going on... and fell in love with it.

This is the bizarro hillbilly version of Mad Max, and delivers. Suckhole is all that is left of civilization after war has destroyed humanity as we know it. What probably started out as a small town of rednecks, over the years has turned into a mutated caricature of these idiots beliefs, religions, etc.

The story that takes place here is a pretty familiar "western" one. It is a corrupt town, with a dirty sheriff, until the sheriff dies. The sheriff's son decides to take over and clean up the town.
This is where the familiarity of the story ends. Everything else contained is strange and funny and unexpected, including the ending, which I loved.

I definitely recommend this enjoyable read to lovers of the weird, or anyone with a good sense of humor. It was a ton of fun!

[NerdyReader · Rating 5 out of 5]

What a fun God D#@%$& book! This book is like if you put Conan and Sherlock Holmes into a boiling cauldron and threw in every southern stereotype ever thunk. You get this masterpiece I can't reccomend enough.

[Adam Martin · Rating 3 out of 5]

Welp of all the books I’ve read this is one of them. It’s funny and bizarre, if you are into absurd surreal humor like Squidbillies or Aqua Teen Hunger Force but wished it had more mutant monsters and castrations then this is the book for you.

[Mongo Rhea · Rating 1 out of 5]

30 pages in and i havent laughed once.

[Rob Bockman · Rating 4 out of 5]

Anti-Lost Cause bizarro fiction. Fucking whips.

[Jonathan Moon · Rating 5 out of 5]

David Barbee serves up a fine slab of Dixie Fried post-apocalyptic buddy comedy with his first full-length novel, A Town Called Suckhole. The first chapter does an incredible job of setting the tone for the novel as well as giving a rich and hilarious history of Barbee’s twisted Southern nuclear survivors.
Our story gets rolling with Suckhole preparing for the annual Hell Yeah Heritage Jamboree; the biggest thing that happens all year in the futuristic Podunk town. Sheriff Billy Jack Bledskoe is investigating a string of brutal of brutal murders but receiving very little help from the extravagant hillbilly mayor, Rusty Boyd Crockwallop, who’s only concern is seeing the Hell Yeah Heritage Jamboree (man, I love saying that) go on without a hitch. With all conventional methods of crime solving exhausted the sheriff drags his deputy/son/translator, Jesco Ray, deep into the toxic swamp to search for answers from a good hearted abomination against god born in the muck and mire known as the outcast Dexter Spikes.
An assassin’s bullet later, Jesco and Dexter are working together on a case no one seems willing to help with. The odd pairing stir up trouble as they follow clues and southern fried instinct that lead them to each of the town’s cliques in turn. They brave the army of heathen street children known as the Hill Bills, they confound Mayor Crockwallop’s militia, and make friends with a high-maintenance neurotic talking whiskey still as they bumble ever closer to those responsible for the mutilated corpses. By the time the two reach the end of their adventure they’ve warped into awkward friends in an endearing way.
Barbee creates a detailed post-apocalyptic South that manages to parody the best (and the worst) the present-South has to offer. No stereotype is left unmolested giving the town and its history a solid yet hilarious feel. I spent so much time giggling I didn’t realize how emotionally invested I was in the characters until the end.
A Town Called Suckhole is a great book for Bizarro newbies as it contains several of the traits which I love about the genre. This book is full of weird characters doing crazy things in an insane world. Also, like a few other great Bizarro books A Town Called Suckhole packs a surprising amount of heart in amongst the strangeness and mystery.
Highly recommended for fans of Bizarro, comedy, and buddy action flicks.

[Justin · Rating 5 out of 5]

David W. Barbee has seriously stepped up his game from his first novella CARNAGELAND which was featured in the New Bizarro Author Series from Eraserhead Press.

A TOWN CALLED SUCKHOLE is an action packed, southern-occult-thriller laced with country bumpkins, witches and whiskey. In some parts of the story I was reminded of THE SWAMP THING while in others I felt like I was trapped in Herschell Gordon Lewis' 2000 MANIACS. Hell, there might even be a little bit of TEEN WITCH in there (just subtract the white rapping and add some violence.) If you like any of those things you should definitely check this book out.

SUCKHOLE is a plot driven story with a little side of crazy complete with its own southern vernacular. Kudos to David W. Barbee on this one! Keep `em coming!

[Thomas Drago · Rating 5 out of 5]

I met this author at the World Horror Convention in Atlanta this spring and bought the book because of its outstanding cover and awesome title. I ended up loving this book. This is by far the most original novel I have ever read. The author, David Barbee, crafts an outlandish redneck post-apocalyptic universe. He creates an outstanding and engrossing lore for the character's beliefs. Barbee's characters are disgusting and stupid hillbilly mutants, but they are also hilarious and lovable. I read this book in a single day, and anyone who doesn't read it is missing out.

[Garrett Cook · Rating 5 out of 5]

The American South is not just another region, it's another country, another world. Suckhole forges it into a world of truth and misconception. An honest, hilarious, wild, weird look at the American redneck and his universe.

[Emma Alice Johnson · Rating 4 out of 5]

All My Rowdy Friends Are Reading This Tonight

This book gave me a southern accent and probably some diseases. This is the bizarro anti-tribute to redneck culture that Squidbillies wishes it could be. It's a page turner with a city smashing climax that totally pays off.

[Melanie Catchpole · Rating 5 out of 5]

Really enjoyed this. Few twisty bits that kept me interested. It didn't so much have an apocalyptic feel for me, it just felt more like a battle of two sides, neither of which I was really cheering on but I didn't feel that it took away from the story. Thumbs up.