Okay, to be clear, when the book first opens, a man called Jim, looking earnestly into Jacqueline’s anus on her very first day as a stripper, is a client. It wasn’t obvious at first, but once you know that, everything is as clear as a day. It could only be clearer in fact, if you were Jim. Or Dwayne or Teddy or any of the hundreds if not thousands of men (and occasionally women) who Jacq describes as having stared at, sniffed, and tried to touch her various holes.

And if you made it through that first paragraph without getting offended, you will thoroughly enjoy The Beaver Show. (The paperback version is available now.)

The Beaver Show is a memoir; a journal of the true-life adventures of an enthusiastic and confident stripper named Jacq. Jacq the stripper. (Because nothing says sexy like a name that pays homage to a turn of the century serial killer of prostitutes.)