Description
What if a deer did porn? Is it legal to marry a stuffed owl exhibit? Do men deserve to be hypnotised for their crimes? And what would the tit-pics of famous dead Americans Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson really look like? This book dares to answer these questions – or, at the very least, to come tantalisingly close before dancing mournfully away again, its pert rump twirling through the artificial night of the last great gorilla actor’s costume.
