I'm not a fan of showy, surreal novels, and this is surely one.
Estee Kraft is raised by her delusional father, who stages cockfights for family picnic entertainment, and her bedridden mother, who is obsessed with all things Betty (Grable, Boop, etc.). A lot of unusual and upsetting things happen, until eventually, Estee finds herself pregnant by the would-be real estate mogul her father has determined she should marry. The baby is born a cannibal, who eats every living thing in his sight line. Bizarre enough for you?
I read this entire book (thankfully, it's quite short) with a feeling of revulsion, though I can't quite pinpoint why. It was somehow just very unpleasant. I will admit to having some level of curiosity to see how the whole debacle would end. (Predictably weird.) There are hints throughout that Estee may be delusional herself, and there are lots of ties to the whole "eating everything" theme (see the book's title), but I really didn't care a lick. Not recommended at all.