Literary renegade John-Ivan Palmer worked through several male dance agencies to research this satire of strange romance. Huey Dubois, the Hollywood gigolo, can't say no to a deep obsession for older women. Party girls and jealous husbands clash with hairy male strippers, cross-dressers, and a rich heiress, leading to a final showdown where Huey bares more than just his body. The novel transcends its cast of bizarre characters caught up in their gender circus and becomes a deft dissection of desire itself.
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Palmer fires on all cylinders at once- subliminally brilliant!!!!,
By Gwood (Milwaukee, Wisconsin, US) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Motels of Burning Madness (Paperback)
Motels of Burning Madness is satisfying enough as a voyeur's eye view of the day to day dynamics of the world of male nude dancing. It's tantalizingly salacious and that delicious taste is absolutely and dramatically real. But as Palmer's work progresses some thematic magic, like a literary dance of seven veils, starts to become apparent. I don't want to spoil the surprises. Promise to read this book if I reveal just a peek here? Think irony that would put O'Henry to shame... dominance based on submission... concealment based on exposure... indecent exposure? The protagonist is much too complex for that sort of judgment, mon freres. He might be the most decent of us all in the deepest analysis (reminds me of Dostoyevsky's Prince Myshkin). Also the theme of delayed gratification develops as the characters uncover (there it is again) themselves. That sort of magical synchronicity is the charm of this creation. When standing naked is more comfortable than being clothed (think revealed/concealed), the concepts of honesty and "comfort in one's own skin" are framed in the perfect metaphor. Palmer beautifully delivers on his promise of that worm's eye view of the gutter where these bottom feeders troll, but the real payoff is the lesson in gender roles, the power of submission and finally right versus wrong. It's been a long time since a book has paid off like this. Back to the keyboard, Palmer. Your art and your public demand it!
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Room-service. PLEASE!!,
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This review is from: Motels of Burning Madness (Paperback)
Even if you normally crawl around the hedonist male stripper world of Huey Dubois, author John-Ivan Palmer's protagonist (or doppelganger?) --- don't get too comfy. Palmer pushes you into a few new corners. Or if you live a more foursquare life, remove your well-worn cheat sheet from the covers of War and Peace. Besides your jottings of Nikolay Andreivitch Bolkonsky AKA Prince Andrey AKA Andre, add Dr. Delectable AKA Billy-The-Thrill-Slipton AKA Doc AKA Dr. Billy. With NASCAR speed, Palmer thrusts you into an octahedron of passion, sex, love and deception within the first pages. Motels crosses state lines and blurs all other lines. For Huey, the feminine Fear of Flying meets the masculine Tropic of Cancer (and everything in between or on the outside) at the juncture of all the burning zipperless motels he lays his young handsome head. And you will be surprised at who he most desires to share his pillow. He'll have to work hard at that however. Genders and rules bend but never break. Almost never. Motels of Burning Madness
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
a dark and hilarious adventure,
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This review is from: Motels of Burning Madness (Paperback)
Between thinking I should keep this thing in a plain brown wrapper or stuff it between the pages of a math book and laughing out loud over morning coffee and wanting to share these brilliant words with everyone who reads, I was in a constant state of enthusiasm and voyeuristic pleasure. I love poor, long suffering and ever so human Huey- If he were my son I would tell my friends we lost him at the fair one year or something but if I could meet him, I'd let him hide out in my house anytime. When he hooks up with the clowns, the roller coaster ride is complete. Imaginative, perfectly crafted and uproariously credible.
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