Charie D. La Marr
James Ward Kirk Publishing
ISBN: 978-0615946078
$8.09 PB; $2.99 Kindle

Reviewed by William J. Grabowski

I’m no advocate of labeling fiction, seeing this—rightly—as an aspect of commerce. After all, there is only good writing and bad writing. Sometimes, though, labeling can help protect readers sadly lacking a fully formed sense of discretion.

Describing Charie D. La Marr’s The Squid Whores of the Fulton Fish Market isn’t difficult. I can tell you what it’s like, who might enjoy hanging out with it, but what good is that? The author herself has referred to the book as “NYzarro,” which rings truer than Bizarro because La Marr’s narrative—believe it or not—resonates more with Burroughs, Philip José Farmer, K.W. Jeter, and even Katherine Dunn of Geek Love fame, than with the Carlton Mellick III universe of Bizarro and its thorny branches.

La Marr’s relentless puns and wordplay detonate the prose as if blurted by Don Rickles, delirious after a shot of Lydia Lunch’s DNA:

“Why did you go to a dyslexic tattoo artist anyway?” Reddick asked.

“He was cheap. Oh crap! What am I gonna tell Pastor Astor when I get there this week? I’ll be the laughing stock of Our Lady of Perpetual Motion!”

“Hey look,” Reddick said. “We all got our problems. Just remember, I’ve got my eyes on you. Every move you make,every step you take, I’ll be watching you.”

“You can’t quote song lyrics, asshole. That costs money. Now we owe money to ASCAP.”

“No we don’t. I didn’t say every vow you break, did I?”…

La Marr’s cephalopodan protagonist, Circe, must ink out a living under the watch of hostile pimp, Cal Amari (a cigar-chomping octopus who is to NYzarro what Edward G. Robinson was to noirish gangster films), along with Shaniqua, Anemone, Laquimkwat, newly netted Angel and Star, and a few others. Not far behind is sarcastic Detective Willie Reddick—don’t make fun of his name, like under-the-gumshoe fish merchant Hal Schlemmer, who Reddick suspects of knowing the whereabouts of the squid whores and their pimp.

It seems that guys have gone missing; some have been rolled by squid whores. And what do you get when you add horny sailors, shore leave, and this absurdist tale’s version of Times Square? I haven’t even told you about wheelchair-bound Fresh, who really wants to get some “handy” service. That would be a spoiler, and we know what they smell like.

There are levels of fetishism here that will, let’s say, surprise many of you, and probably would garner two thumbs-up from the Marquis de Sade and Georges Bataille in whatever eternal realm holds them. Too, La Marr’s occasional social satire (well, one could fairly claim this of the entire work) sneaks up on the reader. I can easily see Squid Whores sharing space with Lucy Leitner’s Pittsburgh riot, Working Stiffs.

Will you like this book?

If you’re looking for fierce inventiveness, sexual anarchy, and a blackly comic vision, you’ll love it.

A taste for squid not required.

About William Grabowski

William Grabowski is the author of 9 books, most recently the techno-thriller Infinity Point, media tie-in Castro's Cadillac (from the screenplay by Michael Sayles), Amazon bestseller Black Light: Perspectives on Mysterious Phenomena, and Traces of Oblivion, a collection of best short stories including his 2004 novel The Untold—a horror/conspiracy thriller. Black Light was lauded by Emmy Award-winning investigative journalist George Knapp (KLAS/CBS-TV) as “A heck of a piece of work!” Grabowski's hundreds of articles, interviews and book reviews have been published on Forbes.com, Philadelphia Business Journal digital edition, Magonia Blog, Hellnotes and elsewhere; in magazines Library Journal, Beware the Dark, Cemetery Dance, National Public Radio-associated Wireless and more. Grabowski is also a popular guest on radio and podcasts, including internationally syndicated Coast to Coast AM, Dark Thirty, Canada's Spaced Out Radio and others.

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