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e Long Last Call
by John Skipp

Introduction by Brian Keene

About the Novel:
IT'S THE DEGRADEST SHOW ON EARTH!

It's closing time at a backwoods strip club, somewhere in America. Business as usual, until an elegant stranger comes onto the scene: chumming the waters with a briefcase full of cash, and a dark agenda all his own.

Because he is no mere human being. He is a walking repository for all of the anger and hate that men and women feel toward each other. And every scum-soaked dollar he hands out only serves to up the voltage on the war between the sexes. The have and have-nots. The lovers and the haters.

The result is a blood-soaked, horny and horrifying monster-bash - THE DEGRADEST SHOW ON EARTH - that builds to a shocking and soul-stopping grand finale.

About the Author:
JOHN SKIPP is one of America's most cheerfully-perplexing Renaissance mutants: New York Times bestselling novelist turned filmmaker, satirist, social crusader, musical pornographer, splatterpunk poster child, purveyor of cuddly metaphysics, interpretive dancer, and all-around bon vivant.

Reviews:
"Readers with a taste for the blood and guts of films like The Devil's Rejects will enjoy Skipp’s latest excursion into “Splatterpunk,” the horror subgenre he cofounded that emphasizes explicit sex and violence as a means of communicating a visceral experience. A mysterious stranger shows up at a rural strip club right before closing time, initiating a series of events that escalates beyond anyone's control. The stranger, you see, reveals to the club's denizens their true natures. Skipp originally pitched the book as a movie idea—think Stephen King’s Needful Things meets From Dusk to Dawn—but such a synopsis doesn't do justice to the author's depiction of the mutual parasitism of the dancers, who hate the patrons who degrade and exploit them, and the audience, trapped by loneliness, who despise the strippers for presenting an unattainable ideal of perfection." —Publishers Weekly

"Well, after reading The Long Last Call, one thing is for certain: John Skipp ain't lost his touch. One of the founding fathers of Splatterpunk has produced a gruesome, zippy little number that does anything but ratchet things down…The book hurtles along at a bullet train's pace, and Skipp has that golden ability to draw the reader further along in the story than he or she may wish to. It's refreshing to see a writer who's been away not being afraid to dive right back in and prove that age hasn’t softened him... The Long Last Call should be approached as a sleazy, lowdown action movie that somehow tumbles headlong into the deepest exploitation territory." —Fangoria

"What if the ultimate knock-'em-dead battle between good and evil took place in a rundown, middle-of-nowhere strip bar? John Skipp explores this almost biblical cage match to maximum limb-strewn, bloodsoaked effect in The Long Last Call. Just try to put this frenetic novella down, we dare you." —Rue Morgue

Available in two states:
Limited Edition of 750 signed copies
Traycased Lettered Edition of 52 signed and lettered copies bound in leather with a satin ribbon page marker