Praise for...

“A perverted miracle. A metafictional fever dream. A tragicomic jeremiad. I don’t know what the hell this book is, but I loved it.”
—Sebastian Crane, author of American Gomorrah

“Like being trapped in a sex dungeon with a fallen intellectual who won’t shut up about Moby-Dick. Hilarious, uncomfortable, and sneakily profound.”
—Patrician Dworkin, author of American Scream

Whacker is a 21st century Melville, who has finally ripped the “dick“ out of Moby-Dick, giving us a new American epic that is no longer violent, phallic, and white, but peaceful, brown, and labial.

—Dr. Tim Snyder, University of Toronto

“I’ve never read anything like The Dick—which might be a compliment or a cry for help. It’s obscene, sophisticated, and somehow lovely beneath the filth.”
—Delilah Ferrow, author of Sad Girls with Lasers

“A Confederacy of Dunces meets Infinite Jest in a back alley behind Pornhub—equal parts grotesque carnival and tragic lament. Outrageous, erudite, and impossible to unread.”
—Anonymous

“A grotesque, hilarious, and oddly moving descent into the septic tank of American culture. The Dick is what happens when a serious mind takes porn way too seriously—and then not seriously at all.”
—L.M. Sparr, author of The Anxieties of Influence

“I didn’t want to like this book. Then I read it. Now I feel unclean—and a little grateful.”
—Zadie Thorne, author of Nothing Is Sacred and That’s Okay

“A wild, heady collision of literary ambition and XXX absurdity. If Melville had written Boogie Nights, it might read something like this.”
--Rico Dalton, staff writer, The American Fabulist

“This book is disgusting. It’s also the most intellectually honest take on American sexuality I’ve read in years. I laughed. I winced. I underlined.”
——Colin Brash, editor-at-large, Canker Press

“A perverted miracle. A metafictional fever dream. A tragicomic jeremiad. I don’t know what the hell this book is, but I loved it.”
—Sebastian Crane, author of American Gomorrah

“Like being trapped in a sex dungeon with a fallen intellectual who won’t shut up about Moby-Dick. Hilarious, uncomfortable, and sneakily profound.”
—Patrician Dworkin, author of American Scream

Whacker is a 21st century Melville, who has finally ripped the “dick“ out of Moby-Dick, giving us a new American epic that is no longer violent, phallic, and white, but peaceful, brown, and labial.

—Dr. Tim Snyder, University of Toronto

“I’ve never read anything like The Dick—which might be a compliment or a cry for help. It’s obscene, sophisticated, and somehow lovely beneath the filth.”
—Delilah Ferrow, author of Sad Girls with Lasers

“A Confederacy of Dunces meets Infinite Jest in a back alley behind Pornhub—equal parts grotesque carnival and tragic lament. Outrageous, erudite, and impossible to unread.”
—Anonymous

“A grotesque, hilarious, and oddly moving descent into the septic tank of American culture. The Dick is what happens when a serious mind takes porn way too seriously—and then not seriously at all.”
—L.M. Sparr, author of The Anxieties of Influence

“I didn’t want to like this book. Then I read it. Now I feel unclean—and a little grateful.”
—Zadie Thorne, author of Nothing Is Sacred and That’s Okay

“A wild, heady collision of literary ambition and XXX absurdity. If Melville had written Boogie Nights, it might read something like this.”
--Rico Dalton, staff writer, The American Fabulist

“This book is disgusting. It’s also the most intellectually honest take on American sexuality I’ve read in years. I laughed. I winced. I underlined.”
——Colin Brash, editor-at-large, Canker Press