This book is complete garbage, and it's great. The quote from James Rollins on the front of the book says it all: "Part Christopher Moore, part Quentin Tarantino, Victor Gischler is a raving, badass genius." I'd personally say that the story is a trashy rated R smash up of the television series "Jeremiah" and Cormac McCarthy's The Road
Mortimer sees the end of the world coming and maxes out 3 credit cards to buy enough supplies to see him through the impending apocalypse. And since his wife has divorce papers ready for him to sign, he decides to just leave home and live in a cave while the world goes to hell. 9 years later he ventures down the mountain with a few cases of whiskey he hopes to trade. This "wealth" instantly earns him VIP status at the only trading establishment in the country: a brothel and bar franchise called Joey Armageddon's A-Go-Go. This VIP status is like gold and sees him through many perilous adventures across post-apocalyptic Tennessee and Georgia as he searches for the wife he left behind. Among other things, this book has a homicidal man in a bear suit; a wannabe cowboy savior; a bicycle-powered brothel and bar; a muscle-powered train; redneck cannibals; a loony transvestite; a shark-toothed man with a necklace of ears; and lots of guns, boos, and girls.
Read this book only when you're in the mood for a dark, mindless, and occasionally humorous adventure story filled with sex and violence. If you're not in the mood for that, stay clear until you are.