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For less than a dollar and roughly an hour of your time, you get a sex romp delivered with the same plausibility as Aaron Carter's " That's How I Beat Shaq." The main character is "a good ol' hamburger and fries type of girl" (professionally a junior accountant) who gets VIP tickets to the "big game." Not the Super Bowl. The "big game."After about 20 pages of less-than-sexy character exposition and plot, the novella shifts up a couple of gears when Ms. Blue gets into trouble with the security. Somehow, she ends up in the fifth row of the stadium, catching an errant pass from the former Heisman winner.What happens next might mark the most pivotal point in contemporary American literature since Aziah King tweeted, "Ya'll wanna hear a story about why me & this bitch here fell out?" The Panthers stage a comeback victory after the grab, and Ms. Blue breaks down in tears on a call to her father, thanking him for playing catch with her as a child. The Panthers invite her to the locker room, a scene that is described as thus: "The players were getting interviewed in their towels, until they weren't. Weren't not as in getting interviewed… weren't as in not wearing towels!"Football's a game of inches, but not in Cam's case. Will Cam call an audible, and run an end around? Or will he find a new tight end? When there's penetration in the backfield, this MVP knows you gotta stay focused and go deep.
Will he find a hole and slide it in the crease? Or will he have to stretch to get it in? Will he get it off in time?
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There is no moral. The narrator cries with her dad, screws Cam Newton, attends the victory parade, and then dabs with her friend Emily (the unspoken heroine who got her the VIP tickets in the first place).In other words, Caroline Blue isn't exactly Zadie Smith, but it's hard to complain about something that costs less than a buck. And Blue should be OK without the critical praise; the author is in the fast lane of an ultra-specific genre. Dabbin' with Cam is now the 13th best-selling erotic humor Kindle book, and A Gronking to Remember was apparently compelling enough to warrant the Funny or Die treatment. It's only a matter of time before somebody comes up with a book about a ménage à trois between Peyton and Papa John and the Budweiser horse.Follow Brian on Twitter.I wanted to feel the blitz of pressure up the middle. At this point the whole [sic] was so big you could drive a truck through it. And drive he did. It was a long, sustained drive that lasted the fully [sic] fifteen minutes. He called the plays, and he certainly executed. Short thrusts, deep balls, a few flickers thrown in .