Delusional good ol' boy Whizzer Whale has gotten himself into a bizarre predicament—he’s fallen in love with a blood-thirsty monster. Their demented romance leads the couple through a twisted world of carnival sideshows, media frenzy, and necrophilia." I've never read anything like it, and I doubt I ever will unless Mr. Segretto has another twisted brainstorm.

I am a huge fan of B-movies. If it's cheezy, and I can see the zipper up the back of the monster? Hell, yeah. Give me a bowl of popcorn and a shuffling, grunting creature and I'm good to go. Instead of black and white on my screen, this is a written version of a B movie.

I was sucked into the orbit of Whizzer Whale and his dead girlfriend (Elsa!) because who can resist necrophilia in a comedic scenario? It's disturbing, hilarious in a sick way, and lives up to the description of "demented." To add to the fun, Whizzer Whale is a literary carbon copy of my white trash relatives -- I had to call upon memories of my last family reunion to understand his speech patterns, since I've long ago ditched "ain't got no" from my vocabulary. I wouldn't put it past one of my cousins having a dead chick for a girlfriend as long as he gets laid in the process. The only thing missing is a Buick up on blocks in the front yard.

I don't usually laugh out loud when I'm reading. I had no choice whatsoever when the action spiraled out of control. Whizzer is so sincere and tries to do the best thing, but it's hard when your girlfriend is munching on your landlady's neck.

As with all good B movies, there is a moral (and a point) to the story, and things are wrapped up nicely. Not everyone will get the humor or the homage to such brilliance as Ed Wood. If you haven't the stomach, then leave this one alone. If you do decide to pick this up one Saturday night, let me give you a warning: you'll never look at mayo the same way again.

Publisher: Contemporary Press
ISBN: 0976657902