
If you are a fan of the Pope of Trash, as am I, this book will be candy to you. Waters follows up his successful hitchhiking volume, with this grab bag of essays and delights. He guides us through his filmography from Polyester to A Dirty Shame, he reflects uproariously on sex, on Brutalist architecture, paintings made by monkeys. At 70 he carefully plans one last LSD trip, tells us about his realistic baby doll, and imagines a John Waters style restaurant full of the worst waiters and worse food. He’d call it Gristle. ~ Reviewed by Dafydd Wood