Jeremy, an infamous foot fetishist doomed to the quirkiest 12-step group ever, falls off the wagon spectacularly when he meets Beverly. She is a "beneather", one of an alien species living alongside us after rising from the depths of the ocean. She is perfect for Jeremy. Smart. Beautiful. Great feet. But does Beverly's reciprocation smack of a sinister and slimy secret? Will Jeremy's probation officer revoke his freedom before he meets a bitter, sweaty end? And more importantly, did someone remember to bring donuts and coffee to the 12-step group?
In this short tale of aliens, foot fetishism, and life choices gone horribly awry, Mark Henry returns to his roots, stirring up comedy and horror, muddling in a little sex, and serving it up ice cold.
This story was the first thing I'd ever read of Mark Henry's, and I immediately fell in love with him. It's dark and twisted and vaguely reminiscent of Choke-era Palahniuk and I was so excited when an audio version was released.
The story remains amazing, but I'm not in love with the narrator. For one thing, he sounds quite a bit older than I pictured Jeremy when I read the book, but I could adjust for that. It was the odd vocal spacing and semi-robotic pronunciation that got me. Certainly not the worst narrator I've ever listened to, not by a long shot, but I won't be exploring new productions based solely on his voice either.