The Show that Smells

Derek McCormack's The Show That Smells isn't your average read. It reads like a screenplay and features Lon Chaney, Italian fashion designer Elsa Schiaparelli and an unfortunate country singer suffering from consumption. It reminded me quite a bit of a John Waters film, something out of the Polyester era, not quite as crazy as his early work, but not for the masses either. The humor is strange, scatalogical and sexual. It's experimental, probably a bit too experimental for me, but should appeal to fans of outre post-modern fiction.

You can read an excerpt here. McCormack will be at Hawthorne Powells tomorrow, July 16 at 7:30. I suspect hearing him read from the book will be particularly interesting.