Mortimer Tate was a recently divorced insurance salesman when he holed up in a cave on top of a mountain in Tennessee and rode out the end of the world. Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse begins nine years later, when he emerges into a bizarre landscape filled with hollow reminders of an America that no longer exists. The highways are lined with abandoned automobiles; electricity is generated by indentured servants pedaling stationary bicycles. What little civilization remains revolves around Joey Armageddon's Sassy A-Go-Go strip clubs, where the beer is cold, the lap dancers are hot, and the bouncers are armed with M16s.
Accompanied by his cowboy sidekick Buffalo Bill, the gorgeous stripper Sheila, and the mountain man Ted, Mortimer journeys to the lost city of Atlanta -- and a showdown that might determine the fate of humanity.
Victor Gischler is an American author of humorous crime fiction. Gischler's debut novel Gun Monkeys was nominated for the Edgar Award, and his novel Shotgun Opera was an Anthony Award finalist. His work has been translated into Italian, French, Spanish and Japanese. He earned a Ph.D. in English at the University of Southern Mississippi. His fifth novel Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse was published in 2008 by the Touchstone/Fireside imprint of Simon & Schuster.
He has also writes American comic books like The Punisher: Frank Castle, Wolverine and Deadpool for Marvel Comics. Gischler worked on X-Men "Curse of the Mutants" starting in the Death of Dracula one-shot and continued in X-Men #1.
Gun Monkeys has been optioned for a film adaptation, with Lee Goldberg writing the script and Ryuhei Kitamura penciled in to direct.
Although it may seem like just about everyone is writing a post- apocalyptic tale these days, few have ever done it as well as Gischler. This end-of-the World story is so well written and so easy to read. It hardens back to classic science fiction end of the world stories like Heinlein's Farnham's Freehold or Burroughs' Moon Maid Trilogy. There's even a nod to Anderson's Virgin Planet - an offbeat nod.
It is a story which is often kitschy and irreverently told but works because Gischler's keeps the entire story firmly rooted in his new world. It follows the crazy adventures of a man who knew the end of the world was coming and prepared for it. But after nine years alone in his mountain, he thinks it's time to visit society - or the semblance of near anarchy that now passes for society. Between running from cannibals and Mother Superiors, Mortimer becomes a celebrity at a chain of go-go dancing clubs, Armageddon Joeys, that also double as trading posts and gets involved in a war between the states.
At no point in reading this did I voluntarily put it down. It's just plain great entertainment from beginning to end. This is excellent stuff.
This book is complete garbage, and it's great. The quote from James Rollins on the front of the book says it all: "Part Christopher Moore, part Quentin Tarantino, Victor Gischler is a raving, badass genius." I'd personally say that the story is a trashy rated R smash up of the television series "Jeremiah" and Cormac McCarthy's The Road.
Mortimer sees the end of the world coming and maxes out 3 credit cards to buy enough supplies to see him through the impending apocalypse. And since his wife has divorce papers ready for him to sign, he decides to just leave home and live in a cave while the world goes to hell. 9 years later he ventures down the mountain with a few cases of whiskey he hopes to trade. This "wealth" instantly earns him VIP status at the only trading establishment in the country: a brothel and bar franchise called Joey Armageddon's A-Go-Go. This VIP status is like gold and sees him through many perilous adventures across post-apocalyptic Tennessee and Georgia as he searches for the wife he left behind. Among other things, this book has a homicidal man in a bear suit; a wannabe cowboy savior; a bicycle-powered brothel and bar; a muscle-powered train; redneck cannibals; a loony transvestite; a shark-toothed man with a necklace of ears; and lots of guns, booze, and girls.
Read this book only when you're in the mood for a dark, mindless, and occasionally humorous adventure story filled with sex and violence. If you're not in the mood for that, stay clear until you are.
The blurb on the cover of Go-Go Girls compares Victor Gischler to Christopher Moore. Besides a sense of humor, there isn’t much similarity. Moore’s work is more absurd and less gritty than Go-Go Girls, which is a story about the end of the world, but it takes place entirely in the South. Thankfully, Victor Gischler is from the South, so he’s able to pull this off.
By happenstance, Mortimer Tate was perfectly prepared for the apocalypse, holed up on a mountain with tons of supplies. After nine years of complete solitude, he comes down the mountain to see what society’s up to.
These days there are plenty of different versions of the post-apocalypse genre. And for me, most of the time, they’re too simplistic. The post-apocalypse always seems to have a medieval theme or an old west theme, as if the survivors of the apocalypse just adopt old ways of living now that society has been shattered. Gischler does this, but it’s not annoying. It works. The story deals with how a very specific region of the country has evolved after the apocalypse, and Gischler adds just enough humor and absurdity to make it actually believable.
Gischler’s post-apocalyptic South has an Old West structure, but with twists all along the way. Two factions have risen to restore civilization. One is a chain of saloons spread across the region and the other is an army of Nazi-like villains based out of the ruins of Atlanta. They’ve both basically risen to power through bootlegging. Mortimer Tate has to navigate between these two factions, make a few allies, and find his ex-wife. And there are a few psychos and cannibals lurking about, by the way.
This all would seem too ridiculous if it were played off seriously. But like Christopher Moore, Gischler keeps things lighthearted. Like a classic western, Mortimer’s a stand-up guy, his friends are loyal, and the villains are all scumbags. But Gischler doesn’t let it stay that simple. Mortimer is still a regular guy in a lot of ways (he was an insurance agent before the apocalypse) with plenty of flaws (a lot of transitions involve Mortimer being knocked unconscious for one reason or another). And the social commentary is always honest and never idealized.
Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse is full of action, drinking, violence, sex, and western-style adventure. But it never comes off as typical Southern redneckery. Gischler delivers everything with a touch of humor that makes you just want to enjoy the ride.
When I stumbled upon this book I thought it looked ridiculous and fun. The concept of a post apocalyptic civilization run by a go-go club just seemed too good to pass up. I was pleased with what I found. The book is funny, exciting, and cute. The plot makes sense, the character motivations are understandable and easy to identify with, and, surprisingly, it manages to throw in just enough substance to give it a point greater than just fun. No I really mean that last part. If you just finished, go back and read the quote before the epilogue. It puts the entire book in perspective.
The book very well may be sexist. But it's not as entirely, overwhelmingly sexist as some of the reviewers want to make it out to be. Yes there are women working in a strip club. They also wield guns, kick the shit out of guy in hand to hand combat, and take care of themselves. Yes they do it in bikinis, but don't doubt who is in control.
I also appreciated that the character motivations that didn't make sense (like the main characters driving need to see/rescue his wife after 10 years) were explained in a way. Our main character realizes that his desire to find her is a little absurd. He doesn't let the fact that what he wants doesn't make sense get in the way of what he wants, but he at least admits that it's odd.
I really enjoyed reading this book and it wasn't nearly as throw away as I expected it to be. I went in with very low expectations and was pleasantly surprised by the humor, wit, and general content.
As a final thought, for those who have heard me rant about the human condition in end of the world novels, I very much enjoyed the way civilization came together in the book. It wasn't perfect, it didn't happen overnight, but it was based on solid concepts: money, resource control, and power. The "rulers" weren't evil, but neither were they epitomes of justice, foresight, and humanitarianism. They treated their people well (for the most part) because it was in their best interest to. It was well done.
Like a poster for a exploitative horror movie with a hot chick cradling her machine gun in her arms, this books brings in the punters with it's naughty title but fails to deliver well executed action, humour, or sexiness.
Instead we follow hapless Mortimer, ex-accountant, looking for his ex-wife in post-Apocalyptic America. I guess Mortimer: Accountant Avenger just wasn't going to sell as many books. The book is an easy read and I did finish it almost painlessly. Up until the last couple of chapters I was convinced this was going to be the first in a series, just because it took so long for Mortimer and company to find the head guy and then be given a mission. Supposedly Mortimer comes out of hiding after nine or ten years to go and find his ex-wife, but he never convinces himself or the reader that that is the reason. Mostly he is just lonely. Instead, after sort of thrashing around for 218 pages the book suddenly has a 'purpose' of a sorts, which in the end doesn't achieve much. 'New boss, same as the old boss'. Gischler doesn't really evoke a sense of mood or texture, I never got a very clear picture of the world, and the action, especially the final battle at the end of the book, amounts to a pretty lame car chase. There is plenty of gore, but mostly the effect is B monster movie splatter.
The blurb on the cover (not the author's fault) draws unfortunate comparisons to Christopher Moore and Quentin Tarantino. Moore is way funnier and Tartinto's violence (when he is on his game) is far more shocking and effective.
Now, I'm just the kind of sexist pig who enjoys tits and ass, even when they are written about, but I had trouble with the book's depiction of the girl, Shelia, that 38 year old Mortimer hooks up with. To start with she is a girl, "sixteen or seventeen at most, but Mortimer wasn't sure that sort of thing mattered anymore." (148) Which is, whether you like it or not, common in male fantasies (also stat-rape in real life). But in the context of this story Shelia sleeps with Mortimer to 'thank/apologize' to him for saving her from a sadistic bastard who had probably being raping her since she was nine. She brushes this off later saying she wants to become a go-go-girl (prostitute) and that the guy wasn't raping her, he was stealing from her (not paying).
It really bugs me that Shelia doesn't seem to be affected at all from nine to ten years of sexual and physical abuse. That and Mortimer doesn't seem to connect himself, an adult in a relationship with her, with the sadistic idiot who has used Shelia from a very young age. Sigh. That's my rant. I'm fine with silly plots, dumb characters, and sexy fantasy, but I just couldn't swallow Shelia the happy hooker.
So why did I read this book? I was given it as a gift and then suckered in by the blurb. Perhaps it is the definition of a bestseller in that it was as easy to read to the end as it would have been to put it down. I'm done. I ranted. Now to find something with boobs that doesn't make me feel so dirty.
Mortimer Tate is pretty much an asshole. Are you telling me after 10 years he suddenly wants to find his wife? Some of the vignettes are ridiculous - particularly the one in the insane asylum. I found this book so shallow that I could not force myself to keep reading it.
Looking at the reviews, I see that this is a "love it or hate it" book. Well, I'm firmly in the "hate it" camp. I tried to find any reason to give this book two stars and I honestly couldn't come up with anything.
One of the main problems is that this book is supposed to be humorous, but I didn't even mildly chuckle at any point. All of the humor just fell totally flat.
Also, none of the characters were interesting at all. When I read a book where a character is seemingly killed, but then their surprising return makes me groan rather than cheer, then I know I'm dealing with a character problem.
Gischler also love love loves the "character gets knocked out/passes out" chapter transition. If a person were to be knocked out as much as the main character in this book, they would probably have brain damage.
Finally, Gischler attributes a quote in the book to the wrong historical figure. In a world where any information can be checked via Google within the span of five seconds this is just totally unacceptable and shockingly lazy.
So, if you want one-dimensional characters doing terrible comedy bits to fill space until the next mindless gun fight, then give this a try. If you value your relatively short life span, however, spend it doing anything else.
"Sorry i had to burn you with the cigarette," Terry said. "I had to keep up appearances." "No problem." Mortimer kneed him in the balls." Terry whuffed air, bent in half, groaned. "OK. That's cool. I deserve that."
A fun romp through a Post-Apocalyptic America, with Mortimer & his side-kicks 'Buffalo' Bill & Sheila. One part 'The Road', nine parts Quentin Tarantino. My first look at a book from Gischler & it won't be my last. A real page turner. I finished this in a couple of sittings, in less than 24 hours.
If you enjoy Tarantino's movies, you'll love this. Recommended!
This was one of those instances where the book lives up to its title and cover precisely. You'd think silly fun and you'd be right, it is. Of course, not so fun for Mortimer Tate, a former insurance salesman who survived the apocalypse alone on top of the mountain for nine years until he decided to rejoin what's left of civilization. People are crap...pretty much universally, hence the apocalypse occurring in the first place, but he finds a few good ones, a best friend/sidekick cosplay cowboy and a feisty girl friend, not quite a girlfriend, and they go on to have some adventures, eventually getting stuck in a war for power and control of whatever resources are available. Cover comparison (frankly a lazy one) doesn't quite work, this book isn't as funny as Moore or as obscenely and stylishly violent as Tarantino, although it is kinda funny and pretty violent. This book is very entertaining in its own right, it creates a reasonably plausible post apocalyptic world, it's a pretty cute take on such a heavy subject and a worthwhile read for end of the world scenario fans. Not literature, doesn't pretend to be. Set up for a sequel, but like most things doesn't need one. Very quick read, just a few hours and a nice diverting way to pass the time.
I got into a discussion with my friend Alex about this book when we were both about 60 pages in. She was telling me that she didn't think she could finish it because it was so irritatingly sexist. I was more willing to give it the benefit of the doubt, but after finishing it... yeah, it was pretty sexist. However, I still enjoyed the imaginative apocalyptic scenarios, and there were some interesting characters in there too. It's clear that this author spent a lot of time fantasizing about what the end of the world would look like. He seems to take a rather dim view of human nature, and I tend to be a little more Pollyanna about these things, but overall the book was a fun, quick read.
Words cannot adequately describe how abysmally awful, brainless, stupid, degrading, and boring this book is. It's as if a bunch of drunk, horny half-witted junior high boys mashed a bunch of elements from far greater end-of-the-world novels (and the wizard of oz) and tried unsuccessfully to make them funny with attempted witticisms and cartoonish blood and guts.
I was hoping that the title was tongue-in-cheek. Unfortunately, not the case. The friend that recommended this book and thrust it into my unwitting hands is now dead to me. Ugh. I just wish I didn't have the sick determination to finish every book I start. I am absolutely a worse human being for having read it.
If a post-apocalyptic book can be funny, this is it!
Basic summary: The world has been over for nine years, and Mortimer has been cozy and safe, protected in a mountain fortress he bought for himself when he saw the end coming. But he gets bored and decides to wander, and finds that the former United States is still in chaos, but a chain of strip clubs have started to be the center of new communities. Then he decides to look for his wife....
This is a quick read, full of blood and guts and strippers. Oh and cannibals. And steam power. Just a little bit of everything, really.
This was my 1800 book for the year and not a bad one to reach my goal with for sure. This was so ridiculously fun, not a single thread of serious literature but very fun to read. If you read this book with your serious glasses on, you won't enjoy it at all. But sometimes a mindless, action packed , silly apocalyptic read is all you need
As a fan of end-of-the-world apocalyptic stories and anything with bizarre humor, I was expecting a lot more from this book. The best part is the title. It's got a few clever ideas, but not that funny. Mostly, it's just one excuse for a gunfight after another.
I am a self professed apocalyptic fiction fan. I started with Stephen King's 'The Gunslinger', moved to a book by Robert McCammon called Swan Song in tenth grade, and read many more before reading the granddaddy of all end of the world novels, The Stand, turning once again in King's direction.
All of those books made the end of days seem so real. Plaguelands stretching across America. Nuclear war forging a new era. The slow decay into decadence, madness and eventual final quiet.
Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse makes the end of the word fun.
I bought it on a Monday as a guilty pleasure read, and here I sit Wednesday evening, all wrapped up. This was better than guilty pleasure. This was actually a really good book. If you can picture Christopher Moore getting his hands on a re-write of Mad Max, you're thinking in the right direction already.
The book's protagonist is Mortimer Tate, a former insurance salesman and divorcee who has holed himself up in the Mountains of Tennessee to ride out the death throes of civilization. After nine years of self imposed exile, he encounters three men in his mountain retreat - killing all of them in a knee-jerk moment. From then on, he decides he's got to leave. He can't take living in isolation any longer, not with people still running around, some of which might be a lot better than the corpses he just made. He takes off into the new American Wasteland in search of his ex-wife and finds the world has changed. Up from the ashes of the Union, comes the brave new economy of Joey Armageddon's Sassy A-Go-Go.
Joey Armageddon is a man with a dream and he's expanding rapidly. His currency, the Armageddon Dollar is the only common barter between towns and he's fixing to be a big player. But big players have enemies as Mort is about to find out. Along with his sidekicks Buffalo Bill (a man turned cowboy vigilante after the war) and Sheila (a Joey's Girl), they take on the post-apocalypse world with a humor that one could not possibly expect from this brand of fiction.
I enthusiastically endorse this book for those who can tolerate the barbarism and violence of certain scenes, and I liken it very much to the literary equivalent of Shaun of the Dead. It has just enough drama, just enough action, just enough comedy, and just enough horror (but NO zombies), without ever disturbing the mix. It's a deceptively good read, and I imagine I'll be making the rounds with this to a few people I know.
This book was a fun gun slinging fast paced book. There is never a dull moment. Which I guess there wouldnt be with the world as we know it ending. Mort, his friend Bill and woman side kick Shelia make a romp through a fallen world. Their lives are much simpler and much harder than ours. Food is scarce, no oil, not much in the form of transportation, go-go girls, Freddy's horrible liquor, and canibals keep the 3 of them busy. They are on a quest to save the only piece of civilization that is left, Joey Armageddon's Sassy A Go-Go. Another group wants to get rid of the Go-gos they go by the name of the red stripes. The red stripes Czar has be able to make fuel again and has created an army of vehicles loaded with ammo to take out the go gos. This book is non stop action! Great book for any guy. And some girls such as myself will have fun with this book. Mort's story will keep you on your toes and you will be thankful that you live in the world you do! You think you have stress read this book to see how good we all really have it!
Gischler imagines a nightmare of an apocalypse, one in which civilisation is collapsing, law and order has pretty much disappeared, and rape, murder and looting are rife. It is all observed by Mortimer, who since the world ended, has been living as a hermit in a cave in the mountains, but decided to rejoin what is left of society - which happens to be all but nothing. It is a violent and savage novel, and one that stretches the imagination to the max, intentionally I think. Those who have survived cling to each other, but not for sensitivity, rather for a Brautigan-esque humour. It doesn’t shy from controversy also. Women are often depicted as in slavery, being bought and sold. Strip joints and speakeasies of home distilled alcohol are common place.
There’s no question in my mind that this isn’t to be taken seriously, though no doubt some readers will. It’s a vicious satire. In a war zone, or after a disaster, such as Katrina, society can breakdown. Even though it may take some time, again with the example of Katrina, it is reestablished, albeit with long term damage.
I come back to thinking about this book from time to time because it was hands-down the worst book I’ve ever read. I was recommended this book because I am a huge fan of the Fallout series and am obviously fine with some dark humor.
Don’t read this book if you are a sexual assault survivor, especially childhood sexual assault. This book’s version of a happy ending is statutory rape and it’s “all fine because it’s the apocalypse.” The main character is at least 27 and that’s assuming he got married at the age of 18 just before the apocalypse. And yet he gets with a sexually abused 16-year-old instead of actually helping her (other than murdering her abuser). This book also plays off the rape of men for laughs when the main character almost gets raped.
This book was majorly creepy towards women. You’re not gonna find badass prostitutes raising hell in this book. Just women who are apparently in sexual slavery and it’s all fine because they’re having a good time or some BS.
If you’re a 15 year old boy this book is the perfect adolescent male fantasy for you. Utter garbage.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Appalling. I kept reading in hope, but there is no female character in this book who is not a prostitute or a mentally ill nun. Even the male characters suffer rapidly changing motivations and an unreasonable willingness to agree to actions which will suit the plot. They lurch from one blood-soaked action scene to another, impervious to all but the most minor injuries. The author has some very disturbing views which he voices through his characters, including that the long-term abuse and rape of a minor is merely robbery if she is later employed as a prostitute. That particular character, Sheila, does not need to deal with her trauma. It seemingly has no affect on her at all. The only comedy to be gained at all is from the realisation that in this post-apocalyptic world where there is no longer any chance of finding sticky-tape, aspirin, petrol, cigarettes, canned goods or even a blanket in an abandoned house, there is an unlimited supply of unexpired condoms.
“[...] whether you’re fleeing violent rape gangs, remembering those lost loved ones, or daydreaming of a future where wild dogs no longer roam the streets, we hope you’ll keep making Jack Daniel’s your preferred beverage.”
If the above quote makes you smile a little, or want to grab a drink, this book is going to be right up your alley.
Victor Gischler really nailed this. The end of the world, gang rivalry juicers, booze drugs cannibals, religious nuts, machine guns, more machine guns, molotovs, piss poor beer…. and strippers.
Well, that’s it. ‘Nuff said.
If anyone wants to borrow my copy, get in line. I think there are five folks in line right now.
This book is a nice quick read if you like absurdist fiction. It does feel a bit like a Christopher Moore novel, but with less paranormal activity and more raw violence. It is hilarious, but definitely by no means a literary classic. It's entertaining though and the characters are fairly interesting.
This one is just as much fun as it sounds. Part buddy comedy, part road movie, and yes, part post-apocalyptic adventure, "Go-Go Girls" tells the story of a man who's actually a latecomer to an end of the world that already happened. Having spent nine years as a hermit in a cave, "waiting out" the downfall of society, he emerges to find that the world has indeed moved on, and he's playing catch-up to the new ways.
Our protagonist, Mortimer, hooks up with a team of pals that complement, and sometimes scare, him. Bill has adopted a cowboy persona that casts him as a wandering hero. Sheila has grown up much too fast, as her youth is superceded by the skills she has developed to cope with reality -- a reality in which women are often treated as commodities, and in which she sometimes has to resort to abrupt and brutal violence. Their adventures take them through a wilderness populated by madmen, cannibals, and hardy wanderers like themselves, and to cities that have a few things in common, such as the alcoholic swill produced under the Freddy's moniker; whoever Freddy is, he's under no illusions that his hooch is any good, as each beverage carries a self-deprecating name. The other glue which holds things together is Joey Armageddon's, a chain of strip clubs that seem to be everywhere, and serve as a kind of social center, bank, economic hub, and major source of employment.
Then there's the Red Czar... but that might get into spoiler territory, so I'll stop myself there. It's an entertaining read, and just a few hundred pages. Give it a shot -- you might have more fun than you expect.
The world self-destructs and then degenerates into a violent place of base desires and even baser needs. Me? I'd be happy with just the three essentials of post-apocalyptic survival: books, spaghetti bolognese and a cosy cabin.
The author pokes fun at the uniquely American propensity to turn anything that can be sold, traded or swapped, into a chain store. In this case, Joey Armageddon's, specialising in harlots, hooch and haberdashery...plus almost anything else you might want. You can get currency, credit cards and clap all in one day. Even slavery makes a comeback, but it's a non-racist type of slavery – any able-bodied person who can pedal a bike will do. I would have thought solar panels would have been relatively easy to come by myself. And solar batteries too. Maybe Elon Musk repossessed them all just before the world ended.
As shallow as snail's pee and containing lots of gratuitous sex, violence and bloodshed, plus a sprinkling of black humour, this book is a surprising production from an author who is supposedly an English professor. It's an easy read, with no let-up in action from beginning to end. Won't be everyone's cup of tea, especially those of the feminist persuasion. In fact, I expect this book to be rather polarising. I think, if you enjoyed the show “Z Nation”, you'd like this. Me? I'm sitting on the fence and giving it three stars...maybe an extra half a star. Edit: I can't lie...I enjoyed this book more than I should have, so 5 stars it is.
GO GO GIRLS OF THE APOCALYPSE is a fantastic novel ruined by some rather ugly beats and sexism. It's the story of a guy who spends nine years in a bunker before emerging, Rip Van Winkle, style into world that resembles Fallout without the radiation or mutants but all the silliness. Unfortunately, there's some needlessly creepy bits like a transphobic scene where our hero is almost assaulted by a transwoman and the love interest being a teenage girl who has a history of being a sex slave since she was a Girl Scout. Jesus. It's still a book that I (mostly) enjoyed but I knocked off some stars of this.