Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse

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Mortimer Tate was a recently divorced insurance salesman when he holed up in a cave on top of a mountain in Tennessee and rode out the end of the world. Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse begins nine years later, when he emerges into a bizarre landscape filled with hollow reminders of an America that no longer exists. The highways are lined with abandoned automobiles; electricity is generated by indentured servants pedaling stationary bicycles. What little civilization remains revolves around Joey Armageddon's Sassy ...
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Overview

Mortimer Tate was a recently divorced insurance salesman when he holed up in a cave on top of a mountain in Tennessee and rode out the end of the world. Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse begins nine years later, when he emerges into a bizarre landscape filled with hollow reminders of an America that no longer exists. The highways are lined with abandoned automobiles; electricity is generated by indentured servants pedaling stationary bicycles. What little civilization remains revolves around Joey Armageddon's Sassy A-Go-Go strip clubs, where the beer is cold, the lap dancers are hot, and the bouncers are armed with M16s.

Accompanied by his cowboy sidekick Buffalo Bill, the gorgeous stripper Sheila, and the mountain man Ted, Mortimer journeys to the lost city of Atlanta -- and a showdown that might determine the fate of humanity.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Part Christopher Moore, part Quentin Tarantino, Victor Gischler is a raving, badass genius." -- James Rollins, New York Times bestselling author of Map of Bones and Black Order

"Go-Go Girls of the Apocalypse is funny, mordant, crazed, riveting, sardonic -- and despite all that, it's got a plot. Bravo for Victor Gischler." -- Hugo and Nebula award-winning author Mike Resnick

Publishers Weekly

Guns, girls and alcohol occupy almost every inch of this raucous thrill ride, providing nonstop opportunities for both action and comedy. After coming down from his mountain bunker, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate finds a world that is postapocalyptic by way of early '90s action films. Mortimer's quests to find his ex-wife and discover his own purpose serve as a strong center line through a haze of madcap events. He and "Buffalo" Bill, a man obsessed with the idea of cowboys as a postcivilized focal point, encounter a wide cast of characters along their journeys, including foul-mouthed, gun-toting Sheila, who at times seems the best adapted to the harsh new world. The trio hop from one explosive encounter to another, often with the thinnest of reasons. Despite the frontier violence and sketchy plot, the humor of this armageddon western is woven deeply enough to keep Mortimer's adventures feeling like a party. (July)

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Library Journal

Ten years after the world ends, insurance salesman Mortimer Tate emerges from his well-stocked mountain hideout to find a desolate land populated by bandits, savages, cannibals, and a lone cowboy named Buffalo Bill, who becomes his sidekick in danger and exploration. Joined by Sheila and Tyler, two women who have made their own paths to survival, the group discovers the glue that holds a fragile civilization together-a franchise of strip clubs called Joey Armageddon's Sassy-a-Go-Go. Gischler (Gun Monkeys; The Pistol Poets; Suicide Squeeze; Shotgun Opera) specializes in morbid humor, dark sarcasm, and comic noir, complete with violence and mayhem. Eccentric seriocomic sf in the tradition of Kurt Vonnegut and Douglas Adams, this postapocalyptic adventure is recommended for most mature sf readers.
—Jackie Cassada

Kirkus Reviews
Crime novelist Gischler (Shotgun Opera, 2006, etc.) takes his first stab at science fiction with this goofy but engaging tale of life after the end of the world. Nine years after the apocalypse, former insurance salesman Mortimer Tate emerges from his cabin in the Tennessee mountains to rejoin the world and finds it a chaotic, dangerous place. Decimated by plague, earthquakes and nuclear war (all of which Gischler dispatches in less than two pages), the United States has descended into feudalism and barbaric nastiness, as is often the case in post-apocalyptic novels. Gischler offers a sometimes awkward balance of disturbing looks into the dark recesses of human nature (rape, cannibalism and slavery all play prominent roles in this new world) and jaunty, lighthearted takes on surviving the collapse of civilization. Nothing quite lives up to the gonzo promise of the title, although a chain of strip clubs known as Joey Armageddon's Sassy A-Go-Go is posited as the key element in the rebuilding of society. Like a sort of post-apocalyptic Candide, Mortimer bumbles through various self-contained cultures, including a surreal interlude at a mental hospital and a visit with some disturbingly banal flesh-eaters. Sometimes it's a bit too over the top, but the pace remains brisk throughout, and everyman Mortimer is a likable protagonist, remaining steadfast even as it becomes more and more apparent that he would have been better off just staying hidden away in his secluded bunker. As the story builds to its climax, with Mortimer tracking down his ex-wife, Gischler focuses a little too much on action over character and the amusing plot details that make most of the book so much fun to read. A mostlysuccessful book that favors clever atmosphere over plot. Agent: David Hale Smith/DHS Literary
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781416552253
  • Publisher: Touchstone
  • Publication date: 7/8/2008
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 607,115
  • Product dimensions: 5.60 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Victor Gischler
Victor Gischler is a former English professor and the author of Gun Monkeys, The Pistol Poets, Suicide Squeeze, and Shotgun Opera. He lives in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Visit him at victorgischler.blogspot.com.
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I

This is how Mortimer Tate ended up killing the first three human beings he'd laid eyes on in nearly a decade:

A wreath of cloud lay smooth and still about the top of the mountain like bacon grease gone cold and white in a deep, black frying pan. The top halves of evergreens poked through the cloud, frosted from last night's snow. The final days of winter, not too cold — Mortimer Tate estimated maybe thirty degrees. The thermometer had burst in the third year, that most bitter winter when it had gotten to twenty below or more. The thermometer had been made in America by a small company in Ohio.

Nothing was made to last anymore, Mortimer's dad had been fond of saying.

Mortimer sat at the window of the cabin, which had been built directly in front of the cave. The cave stretched back deep into the mountain. Mortimer sipped tea brewed from ginseng and tree bark he collected and dried himself. The coffee had run out the first year. So many things had run out that first year.

Mortimer watched the men come up the mountain, had seen them rise up through the mist and had blinked at them, thinking he'd cracked up at last. But they were real, rifles in front of them, not trying too carefully for stealth, but neither shouting nor taking the mountain for granted.

He considered going back into the cave to the gun locker, maybe getting the twelve-gauge or even something deadlier, but then he'd lose sight of the men and he didn't want to emerge from the cave again only to find they'd gone or had spotted the cabin. And anyway he had the police special in the pocket of his army-surplus parka. That should be enough. He wanted to talk, not shoot, but of course he had to be careful.

He didn't figure they'd seen the cabin, obscured as it was by the pines and two months' snow. It was possible he could sit right there, and the men would pass by and never be seen again. Nobody had been up this far before, at least nobody Mortimer had seen. Maybe they'd hunted the game out farther down and were up after meat. Mortimer himself had killed a big buck three weeks ago and had eaten venison four nights in a row before drying out the rest for jerky.

Goddamn, he was sick of jerky.

I'm stalling, Mortimer thought. He didn't want the men to pass without speaking to them. Now that he saw them, he was desperate to find out, get news of the world below. But he was afraid too. There were three of them.

He could call out to them right now and be safe holed up in the cabin. They couldn't get at him there. Not even if all three came at once. They'd have to climb up the rocks and snow and he could pick them off easy with the police special. But then they'd know about the cabin and the cave. They could come back with a dozen or a hundred, and that wouldn't do.

He'd have to slip down the side and try to catch one on the flank, open up a dialogue, and then maybe they could find out about each other. Maybe things were back to normal. The portable radio had devoured all the spare batteries so fast, ran out even before the coffee, but it had all been bad news, and when the last batteries had finally given up the ghost, Mortimer wouldn't have replaced them even if he'd had more. He hadn't been able to stand it, couldn't stomach another minute, the play-by-play of the world shaking itself to pieces.

It had been a long time, and maybe things had stabilized. That was a thought, and it turned into a hope; Mortimer found himself sliding down the incline from the thick plank door of the cabin and ducking into a stand of trees. The leftmost of the men was just on the other side. Mortimer went through quietly, not showing a weapon. Strike up a conversation. Sure. Maybe they'd be happy to see him.

He weaved and ducked among the pines, finally caught sight of the first man, ruddy cheeks, dirty red hair with a red-brown beard. Patched denim pants and work boots, thick corduroy coat, also patched. A red band around one sleeve. He held a deer rifle, bolt action, .308 caliber. Mortimer was so close he could see the rifle was a Remington.

Mortimer had one hand in the pocket of his parka, wrapped around the police special. He raised the other hand in greeting.

"Hey — " Mortimer's own voice surprised and startled him, and he cut off the greeting. Mortimer marveled momentarily at the strange voice, his own voice, how loud and croaky it sounded in the still morning. When was the last time he'd uttered a single syllable? He only pondered it a split second, because the stranger had already turned, big-eyed, mouth a shocked O of surprise, and was bringing the deer rifle around.

"No!" Mortimer threw up his free hand in a "stop" gesture. "Wait!"

But neither of them could wait. The rifle barrel had swung even with Mortimer's belly, and he thrust the police special forward and squeezed the trigger. The shot split the winterscape with a crack, white down exploding from the hole in the parka's pocket. The bullet caught the stranger high in the left side of the chest, a splash of red arcing and spraying and landing around him, harsh and bright in the smooth white terrain.

"Harry!" Another shot whizzed past Mortimer's ear.

Mortimer pulled the revolver, moved sideways among the trees as the other two ran toward him, snow crunching. He huffed breath, loud in his ears, steam billowing from his open mouth, eyes and nose wet from the cold and exertion. He fired once and the two guys slowed into a crouch, one going to a knee and shooting. The shot rent Mortimer's sleeve, more down swirling in his wake. They got up again and ran at Mortimer, who ran back at them, throwing everything into the encounter, howling and jerking the trigger three more times.

Two shots went high. The third took the kneeling shooter in the left eye, which popped and gushed blood and goo and shredded eyeball. His scream cut off in a strangled gulp, and he fell back.

The last stranger turned and ran, and this alarmed Mortimer more than when they'd shot at him. He couldn't let him bring others. He crunched in the snow after him. "Wait!"

They both ran faster.

"Wait!"

He didn't wait.

Mortimer fired. The shot caught the fleeing stranger between the shoulder blades. The man's arms flew out, the rifle tumbling into the snow. He fell face forward. Mortimer kept running until he was right up next to the body, dropped to his knees. "Oh, no." He turned the man over, but he was dead. "God damn it."

The first human beings he'd seen in nine years.

"Typical." Copyright © 2008 by Victor Gischler

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  • Posted September 14, 2012

    excellent

    loved it really enjoyed it

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 20, 2012

    Fun, fun, fun! Non-stop thrill ride through a post-apocalyptic

    Fun, fun, fun! Non-stop thrill ride through a post-apocalyptic landscape.

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  • Posted April 1, 2012

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    News..

    "Mort divorced?" Not.
    He never signed.

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  • Posted April 1, 2012

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    Mort is NOT divorced.':-)

    Mort is NOT divorced.':-)

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  • Posted December 4, 2010

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    Great Apocalyptic Fun!

    I absolutely loved this book! I've read a couple books about post-apocalyptic life (Dies the Fire, The Road) and this one was by far my favorite title of that genre. It doesn't compare to the absolute raw nature of the Road, but that's not what this author was going for. Think about it: A society based on strip clubs/whorehouses and alcohol. It's similar to the old west, but different, because those were just a part of the landscape, not the one shining aspect of life after the distruction of the government, decency and most of humanity.

    The main character, Mortimer Tate, is flawed and ridiculously unprepared for the hard life of world on the outside of his mountain hideaway where he's stayed for the past nine years in relative peace and quiet.

    I'm not going into the plot like others have done in their reviews, but the "ultimate quest" that he goes on is also a personal journey, not some far-fetched crusade as others have painted it. Oh, by the way, it's a book. If something extraordinary didn't happen in it, it wouldn't be worth reading.

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  • Posted August 10, 2010

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    A wonderful read!

    Very on the edge! A great book full of memorable characters. It has many twists & is just a very easy & good read!

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  • Posted April 24, 2010

    Highly recommended!

    This book is a great new perspective on post apocalypse living! I really loved the quirky nature of the story.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2010

    Go-Go Girls... who could ask for more

    Gischler did an awesome job. The whole book flowed really well. It was entertaining all the way through.

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  • Posted November 11, 2009

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    Great start - ending is used too much to set up the next book

    Fast out of the tracks and hooks you fast. Then really slows down ..........The misson he takes on is not very plausible - kind of "If not you- then who will?" doesn't work for me and is kind of weak. His "wild Bill" partner starts out very interesting and then is marginalized as the story goes on. Great idea and nice world building - Just rushed the ending so the author could start the next book. I will wait for the next book to wind up used before I buy it.

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  • Posted March 31, 2009

    Catchy title and not much else

    The blurb on the jacket calls this a cross between Christopher Moore and Quentin Tarantino to which I would add " . . .after a two-week bender followed by traumatic brain injury." This book can't seem to decide if it is a noir comedy or an action/adventure tale, and so fails at both. There are a few gems (the banal conversation between two cannibal wives comes to mind) but they're few and far between. Very glad I checked it out of the library; I'd hate to have wasted money as well as time on this work.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 21, 2009

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    Couldn't Put it Down

    Here is another classic after civilization falls novel as good as Alas Babylon, Lucifer's Hammer or The Stand. Don't be fooled by the cover or the references to Quentin Tarrentino. It is actually a very entertaining and exciting read. Mortimer Tate went into hiding on a mountain as civilization was falling apart. When invaders come near his hiding place, he is curious to see what has happened to civilization and leaves to explore. He finds a new form of order where armed men with red stripe bands seem to attack everybody (reference to Russia and China?) and the only remaining vestige of civilization resides in clubs called Joey's Apocalypse.

    Mortimer meets a lot of interesting characters along the way. There is his new best friend Bill who wants to be a real life cowboy. There is Sheila the young girl who was imprisioned by a bad man that also captured Mortimer. Then there are bikers and pumpers (you need to read the book to understand) and there is the strong willed locomotive captain that nothing seems to faze.

    I do not want to give away any more of the plot but I will say that I finished the book in a couple of sittings because I really enjoyed it a great deal. Don't let the cover picture and title fool you that the book is something else like a title from a B movie from the late 50's because the book is not like that at all!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2009

    it's the end of the world...

    This book I picked up because the title caught my eye, and after starting it was a little slow at first but picked up with lots of action. It reminded me of a Tarentenio movie but as a novel. Lots of guns, liquor, girls, cannibals, and did I mention girls?
    If you liked Escape from New York, and L.A. and just want something different go for it!

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