"Johnny had always been queer for peaches. Forgetting his nakedness, he climbed the wall of his host's back yard, reached into the neighbors tree, slipped and fell into a series of most embarrasing adventures..."
Originally a joke title mentioned repeatedly on Jean Shepherd's radio show--listeners were told to request the non-existent I, Libertine at their local bookshop--Shep eventually teamed up with science fiction writer Theodore Sturgeon to write this 18th century-set bawdy novel.
William Smith was cosmically doomed to the book business when he skipped school to read HP Lovecraft in an abandoned cabin in the woods. He's worked for barnesandnoble.com, Tor Books, and Warner. Now he sells dodgy books and freelances to make a "living."