Da Goddess

Peckerwood

What happens when an Ivy League overachiever blows an ad campaign and gets called a "peckerwood" by his working class client? He gets assigned three months living undercover amongst the client's target consumer base.

From pampered to pauper in a day, Edward Vincent Prescott III takes on his assignment with relish. Armed with legal pads, binoculars, and a slightly used 1971 Pontiac Bonneville (with a brand new 8 track cassette deck!), Edward becomes Eddie and ventures forth into the world of Old Milwaukee, wrestling, stock cars, and fish sticks.

Faster'n you can say "how do I get outta here, Officer," you'll be caught up in Edward Eddie's adventures.

I got Undercover White Trash Tuesday afternoon just as I was heading out to work. I read most of the first chapter while stuck in traffic and couldn't wait for my break that night to read more. A half hour of break didn't give me nearly enough time for reading. I wanted more. I can't remember ever laughing harder or louder over a novel. All told, I spent about two hours with my head stuck in this book, completely caught up in the story.

Does this privileged Princeton peckerwood stand up when put to the test? All I'll tell you is that Eddie fares better than Fung Lo did in Flying Fists of Pain.

Check out Undercover White Trash and spend an afternoon lost in laughter.