From Publishers Weekly
As one would expect from '80s erotic art performance queen (and NEA witch-hunt target) Karen Finley, this fantasy about a tryst between George Bush and Martha Stewart in a seedy Gotham hotel—the thread count on their pillowcases isn't even 200, as Martha astutely points out —pushes a lot of buttons. It depicts domination, rather lackadaisical fellatio, spanking, cocaine abuse, diaper play and baby wipes, and much pop psychoanalysis, all hung on a George and Martha as broadly drawn as Finley's doodley caricatures that adorn the pages: George is the alcoholic, Jesus-infatuated, dimwit reviled by leftists (he claims to get sexually excited when he sees soldiers or orders an execution); Martha, the narcissistic control freak who arouses herself with mental scripts of aggression like Martha in Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Finley captures Bush's uncertain relation to language (hard to quote here) and through that lens George comes out as surprisingly down-home and playful, as when he delightedly wraps himself, nude, in the plastic that his dry-cleaned suit comes in. The whole is and will be greeted as a provocation, but it is more like a highly humorous riff on dedicated celeb watching. 200 original drawings. (Apr.)
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“A hilariously devastating satire ...”—Lawrence Ferlinghetti
“It began with George and Martha Washington. Must it end with George Bush and Martha Stewart? With a nod to Edward Albee, Karen Finley invents a wild tale of their brief hotel encounter on the eve of Martha’s imprisonment, illustrated with faux-genteel drawings. Fasten your seatbelts—it’s a bumpy, hilarious night.”—Margo Jefferson
“This brilliant fantasy shines a devastating light on the pathologies now at the top of our cracked system.”—Mark Crispin Miller
“Scarily hilarious ... Nobody’s mind works like Karen Finley’s.”—Amy Heckerling
“No one limns the dark wet palpitating heart of corpo-sexual-psycho-America like Karen Finley. George & Martha is a nasty, hysterical, weirdly plausible bitch-slap of a book that might have been fashioned by Jonathan Swift after a night of caffeinated madness with Georges Bataille and Terry Southern. If our president had an ounce of manhood in his pants,, he would nominate Karen Finley for the Supreme Court. But after George & Martha, she’s more likely to end up in Guantanamo.”—Jerry Stahl