Four Bubbas of the Apocalypse: Flatulence, Halitosis, Incest, And…Ned, the

It’s the End of the World… Again That’s right grab yer BBQ sauce, hunker down, and enjoy the latest in the Bubbas of the Apocalypse universe. Let’s face it, when good ole boys and gals are left to their own vices… er I mean devices to fight the Yumbie horde in the time after the Great Yuppie 25 Plague, certain niceties, rules of conduct, and laws are going to be tossed aside. Folks will bathe and brush their teeth when and if they feel like it. No one’s going to care if someone’s sleeping with their cousin, and your stupid friend Ned is going to own the keys to the world. I just finished the last page of THE FOUR BUBBAS OF THE APOCALYPSE, and my jaw is now permanently dropped. Camaraderie and flatulence, halitosis and high adventure, hilarity and horror, bad taste and good writing, all combine to make this world of dystopian trailer parks and the folks who inhabit them a strangely hard place to leave. Why, next to these people, those other four apocalyptic guys seem positively Biblical. Oh. Wait a minute…
- John Wooley, author of AWASH IN THE BLOOD The concept eludes me. - Glenn Cook, author of the BLACK COMPANY novels