Too little appreciation is given to the trailer trash milieu, the whole concept of getting down and dirty on the other side of the tracks.
Sure, we love the hard bodies, the impossibly stacked teenage cheerleaders, the horny little Barbie dolls that populate so many stories. But can't we recognize the sleazy pleasures of communing with a low-class diva right out of a Jerry Springer episode, with big, saggy breasts, a bulging midriff, a plump posterior and the morals of an alley cat?
No? Well, then you probably won't like Joris K. Huysmans' "Ass Tax," but, then, that's your loss. It's a one-scene, two-person story that's played for laughs, between a male protagonist who, one suspects, likely engineered the seamy scenario just to see if he could find someone dense enough to fall for it, and a denizen of the trailer park with "sunken eyes bespeaking little intelligence but . . . enormous primitive enthusiasm in bed."
Written in the "BBW Appreciation Universe," Huysmans' heroine indeed has a sloppy body, but he manages to wring a very hot scene out of it. Huysmans is a fine writer who sets a scene very well. You'll get a laugh out of it, and might find yourself uncomfortably turned on as well.