LIARMOUTH

A grifter couple rampages up the Eastern Seaboard, their relatives and genitals in tow.

Marsha Sprinkle and Daryl, her ex-husband/chauffeur, have been living high on the hog in a foreclosed McMansion, making regular raids on the Baltimore/Washington International Airport baggage claim to keep themselves in clothing, cash, and fake IDs. Tension between the couple is running high—it's the one day a year that Marsha permits sexual intercourse, and Daryl and his little friend, Richard (his penis has a life, a voice, and dreams of its own), are ready to collect. Marsha, however, has absolutely no intention of honoring her agreement, so when a heist at the airport goes awry, she gives Daryl and Richard the slip and goes on the lam by herself. Fleeing up the East Coast, she's trailed not only by her ex and his penis, but by her estranged 22-year-old daughter, Poppy, and Poppy's cabal of bouncing friends—Leepa, Vaulta, and other "leaders in the radical trampoline movement"—as well as her also-estranged mother, Adora. New York–based Adora is worshipped on the Upper East Side for her plastic surgery on dogs. Her own cocker spaniel, Surprize, has been made over to look like Joan Rivers ("Adora has spent years sculpting, tucking, pulling, and lasering her dog’s skin into that 'wind tunnel' look that Joan made her signature") but is now transitioning to become a cat. All of this gives Waters plenty of opportunity for woke jokes; Amtrak, bus, and airport jokes; and, of course, poop jokes. If you are a Waters fan, you have long since made your peace with the latter. Good thing, because the whole crew of Marsha haters is headed to Provincetown for the annual Anilingus Festival. Billed as Waters' debut novel, this road story is a cousin of the stories included in his hitchhiking memoir, Carsick (2015).

The king of campology is back, as gleefully heinous as ever.