The Culverts Of Humboldt County

He was a proud, flag-waving, hard-drinking culvert repairman. She was a slim, long-legged, chain-smoking woman with a tiny naked Smurf tattooed between her breasts. Together they were Earl and Charlene, white trash in love. The Culverts of Humboldt County is not just another sappy romance novel. This book is something new and altogether different. Its a tacky testimonial to coon dogs, corn dogs, and bad hangovers. Its a fist-flavored homage to folks who live in seedy double-wide trailers and affix yellow ribbons to trees. Its a tribute to romance too, but not that prissy, sappy stuff. The Culverts of Humboldt County is a blue-collar bounce on the bedsprings. Its a humorous tale of sweaty bodies wedged together in unhindered and unholy union. If this book doesnt have you howling like a panther passing a kidney stone, probably nothing will.