The memoir of Otis Lee Crenshaw, Rich Hall's Perrier Award-winning alter ego
'My Old Man’s name was Jack Daniels Crenshaw. No surprise what he liked to drink. As a very small child I remember teething - cryin’ out savagely for relief. Eventually he would appear over my crib and rub Jack Daniels on his gums until he fell asleep.’
Married six times, all to women named Brenda, Otis Lee Crenshaw’s bourbon-fuelled odyssey takes him from the high mountains of East Tennessee to the bottom of the music charts. A man not above faking his own death to sell more records, this is his not quite true story of romance, recidivism, country music, and an unshakeable belief in Marriage at First Sight.
- 'As happy conforming to white trash cliches as he is subverting them, Perrier award winner Hall has proved his pen is just as sharp as his mouth.' BIG ISSUE
- 'Expertly told, as Crenshaw drawls his way through a litany of modern social abuses like a less self-righteous Michael Moore in a rhinestone waistcoat.' GUARDIAN REVIEW
- '…The pitch of the punchlines and the passages of prose are spot on.' EVENING HERALD
Paperback:
£7.99
Published 05/10/2006
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