But Jordan Krall's the kind of author more crime fans should try, and the wild, original Tentacle Death Trip is a good gateway drug.
It's the post-apocalyptic American future, a Mad Max nuke wasteland of mutants, criminals, religious freaks, and a few hard-core survivors. A sadistic billionaire decides to throw a bone to the bloodthirsty masses in the form of a no-rules race to the death through New Jersey.
From there it's a balls-to-the-wall pulp fest. I mean, the characters are named things like Mama Hell (a bible thumper ready to exact God's Old-Testament wrath on any asshole man who gets in her way) and Drac (a glass-skulled sociopath in a tentacled car). One hundred percent badass.
Yet the end of the book--when the characters who survive the death race reach the lost city of R'lyeh--is genuine, beautiful, and cathartic.
This is the third Krall book I've read--along with Squid Pulp Blues and Squid Kills--and I'd highly recommend any of them to fans of bizarro or pulp.