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The Disciplined Daughter by Kipp Cameron (Dansk Blue #BB-179, 1972)

Posted in pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , on August 9, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

The ebook version of this novel is available for a cheap download here.

Jodie Hamilton is a 17-year-old Beverly Hills high school student who has a bad night at the prom — Tony the Latino lover tried to rape her, ripped her dress, chewed on her nipples, but she gets away…and she has to walk home, so she gets in late.

Her father has been waiting up for her.  Seeing her ripped dress and the teeth marks on her nipples, he assumes she’s been whoring around “with that Mexican” rather than listening to her story of being sexually assaulted; he proceeds to whip her breasts with his belt, creating welts that erase the teeth marks, and then giving her bottom a good beating. When she asks her Daddy why he’s doing this, he says, “Because you’re an icon to me, of what a pure and clean girl should be.”  He then checks her between the legs to make sure she’s still “cherry.”

Poor Jodie has been victimized twice in one day. She calls Uncle Dick, her hippy uncle in Hollywood, to tell him about it. He says, “Get over here now.”  Jodie has held secret sexual longings for her outcast uncle since she was a little girl, having fantasies that he would molest her.  The Beverly Hills Hamiltons have written him off as a nutcase who spews poetry and wears his hair long and smokes reefer madness…

So she goes to live with the appropriately named Uncle Dick and soon has many incestuous and adventurous sexual experiences, opening her up to a whole new world of free love…quite similar to Terry Southern’s Candy, who runs away from home because of an abusive father and has a series of coming-of-age sexual adventures.

But Candy was satire, a bite at 1960s conformity and mores. The Disciplined Daughter is just crass 1970s smut. There are some insightful passages here and there, but for the most part it’s junk. And yet entertaining junk nonetheless.

The funniest part is, like many of these books, has a faux medical and social redeemed foreword — this was to keep the obscenity lawsuits away, to declare that the lurid story has a moral, psychological, and social value to it.

Little Tramp by Gil Brewer (Crest Book #173, 1957)

Posted in crime noir, noir fiction, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , on May 10, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Bought this one at the Mission Hills Paperback event last March for $20 — I couldn’t pass on the great cover art.

But it’s not one of Gil Brewer’s best, I have to report, not up there with The Vengeful Virgin.

Gary Dunn is a simple guy — a not-too-bright lug with some jail time behind him, who can’t hold down jobs for long, and who can have a temper when he gets out of control.  He’s working at a lumber yard and things seem to be going okay so far; people like him and he’s planning on getting married to a swell gal named Dolores — “Doll” he calls her.

One day he helps out a damsel in distress — teenage Arlene Harper has a flat tire on the road and he changes it for her.  She tries to give him a necklace in payment but he refuses.  She suggests sex, he’s not interested.  She does some checking on him and finds out he works at the lumber yard that her tycoon father, Mr. Frederick Harper, owns.

She requests his presence at her home and when he finds her there, he wants to leave.  He knows she’s a teeny vixen and trouble.  She complains that her rich father never gives her any money and proposes a plan where, with his help, they can extort money from daddy.

Daddy shows up and sees the two in what looks like a compromising position.  Gary loses his job over it.  He goes to a bar to get drunk and Arlene finds him there.

Next thing he knows he’s awake in some cabin, hungover, and Arlene is with him.  She forces him to help in her plan — she has been kidnapped, and they will demand ransom money from Daddy Harper.  If he doesn’t go along, she will accuse him of kidnapping and raping her and his life will go down the shithole.

It seems like an unlikely scheme to get money, but Arlene is a few fries short of a Happy Meal and doesn’t think straight.  Does she really want/need money or does she just want to play games out of boredom, or mess with her father’s mind?

Of course, later we come to find out that her real issue with her father’s “love” for her is an incestuous nature — whether he’s having sex with his daughter or she thinks that is what he wants, by the possessive way he treats her, is in her mind.

Either way, she is sexually reckless, an often tell-tale sign of a teenage girl secretly sleeping with dad — a private eye shows up at the cabin, he’s been on Arlene’s tail for a while, keeping an eye on her shenanigans and cleaning up messes at her her father’s request.  For instance, at the private school she attends, she was running an escort service of young female students; one got pregnant and the private eye helped the girl get an abortion and keep quiet about the prostitution on campus.  The gumshoe has also “convinced” certain boys and men she beds to keep mum about Arlene’s loose nature.

This shamus is tired of doing this shitwork, and he knows of Arlene’s faux kidnap plan and has his own designs of taking the ransom money himself and retiring.

Fast-paced, absurd, weird, this is a good read, but not Brewer’s best.  The cover, however, is worth the price of admission alone.

My Sister, My Sin – Terence Fitzbancroft (Ophelia Press, 1968)

Posted in pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , on May 2, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

A classic title from Maurice Girodas’ American version of The Olympia Press, the Ophelia imprint which tended to offer more down market erotica.

Who was Terence Fitzbancroft?  Unknown.  He only write two books for Ophelia, the other being The Shape of Desire. However, it seems the new Olympia Press, while reprinting the two Fitzbandcrofts in ebook and POD formats, have issued some “lost” books by the guy, listed hereThe Sex Machine Peddlers, Sin Tape, and Naked Neighbors.

Yes, the title tells it all — this is an incest tale about two siblings in their teens, told from the POV of the brother, “Terry.”  The sex is graphic, being a 1968 publication, and certainly perverted, being incest, but the prose is rather smooth and literate, unlike other Ophelia titles of the time that I have picked up.

Terry and Sandy have been shuffled from one boarding school to one camp and another as the marriage of their parents falls apart; now that the divorce is happening, they spend the summer with their grandmother on their mother’s side until the divorce details and custody is figured out.  The novel opens:

One morning in the summer of my fourteenth year I woke up with a much stiffer and thicker erection than any my young loins had ever before sustained. (p.1)

This is a dysfunctional family beyond brother and sister — their parents fight a lot and the father is a drunk.  Terry confesses to Sandy, his sister, about something strange that happened a few years earlier: their father came into his room, very drunk, and spanked young Terry for some unknown crime; this act caused Terry to have an erection — he liked the spanking — and when the father noticed this, he sucked his son off.

In many ways, this reminded me of George Baitaille’s Story of the Eye — two young people exploring extreme sexuality, going further as they get bored with each new step.  Terry and Sandy try out S/M, pain, anal sex, whatever happens to tickle their fancies and fantasies.

She was obviously enjoying it as much as I was.  She was half-naked, having put on a pair of short-shorts, but still topless so that her breasts jiggled and bounced as she beat me.

“Can’t you hit any harder than that?” I said.

She complied. “You must be some kind of masochist.” she said.

“What a masochist?”

“That’s a guy who gets a hard-on when people kick him around, especially girl people.” (p. 74-5)

and:

She squealed and struggled, trying to wiggle free, but I held her down easily and proceeded to suck and bite her breasts savagely. The harder I bit her nipples, the harder and hotter they became [...] A Large, blood-sucked bruise surrounded her left nipple; above and below the bruise were distinct teeth marks.

“You must be a sadist,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“A guy who gets a hard-on trying to bite off girls’ nipples.” (p. 76)

But such love is bound to head for disaster…Terry is possessive of his sister, so jealous that he wants to beat up the boy who took her virginity a year ago.  When Terry has a quick fuck with 16 year old Kitty, Sandy flips her lid…

And then their mother catches them in the act, and all hell breaks loose.  Sandy is sent away, and then Terry’s alcoholic mother starts looking at Terry differently, and thus the Oedipal happens.

An original 1968 Ophelia might be hard to find, but the new Olympia Press has reprinted it in ebook and POD format, and it’s also up at Google Books.

Definitely worth reading.

The House of Seven Sins by Andrew Shaw (Lawrence Block or William Coons?), Nightstand Books #1575

Posted in Andrew Shaw, Lawrence Block, Nightstand Books, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , , , , on December 29, 2009 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Another good early Andrew Shaw about a neophyte writer in the big city of big sin and lust…

Lou Packer, 25, has come from upper NY state Clarksonsville to chase his dream of being a writer — he rents a two room apartment in a building in the Washington Heights area of Manhattan, to sit down and write his first novel, with hopes of selling it to one of the Manhattan publishers.  Not an hour after he arrives, does the super, a sexy woman named Ameila, have sex with him — several times.

Well, this is a sleaze novel…or, in the case of Nightstand Books, a sleaze periodical, that has all the characteristics of early Larry Block….or does it?  According to Lynn Munroe’s Reed Nightstand checklist, this Shaw was penned by William Coons, reprinted in 1973 as The Obsessed.

Coons started ghosting for Block in 1961, the first Passion Slaves (NB 1563), and if he did ghost this one (1961 seemed to be a busy year for Block as he began to publish under his own name at Gold Medal, first with Mona), he did a good job imitating Block’s style — the clipped paragropaghs and the long chapters — there are only nine chapters here, and Block’s usually has nine or ten chapters. (This is easy to see why — each chapter is 5,000 words, and 10 makes a 50,000 word book.  Craftsmanship.)

At least, I thought this was entirely Block after Chapter One, but reading on it is evident this is not entirely Block.  I’m thinking Block wrote Chapter One (and maybe a few others) and Coons took over. This seemed to be the modus operandi for Block back then with his ghosters like Donald Westlake and Bill Coons and whoever else…

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Recommended: New Mundinger-Klow Title About Tawdry Incest

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on October 19, 2009 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Klow - Incest Fam Olympia Press has published Dr. Mundinger-Klow’s new study that asks the question: “Is incest the best?”

A dark read of taboo sex…all very relative.

On Amazon Kindle.

The Many Faces of John Dexter #3: The Abortionists by Harry Whittington (Nightstand #1790, 1966)

Posted in Nightstand Books, pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2009 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

Dexter - The Abortionists

One of the “missing 38″ of Harry Whittingon’s ouvere, as he produced a book a month for William Hamling and Earl Kemp between 1964-1967, 38 in all (only 36 have been “found,” however).  The books were published under the John Dexter and J.X. Williams house names, and then as Curt Colman, an exclusive pen name for Whittington.

For a while in 1966, Nightstand was issuing books without cover art and with a strange eye-straining design as seen above. Lynn Munroe speculates that a court case may have been going on, like when Hamling briefly spelled the house names differently (John Baxter, Andrew Schole, Dan Eliot, Alan Marsh).  Most likely this is the case, but we might also consider the topic of this novel, which was a political and social suicide bomb in the mid-60s, with heated curltural and legal debate and religious debate on abortion, murder, a woman’s right to choose, women dying in back room abortions, health care, and so on.

Apparently this novel is expanded from a story Whittington published in a romance pulp.  It may have also been an unfinished or unsold nurse novel he had (he wrote a number of them under a female pen name), since the obligatory sex scenes seem to be “dropped in” — the first is a masturbation scene, the next a double rape.

This is a combination southern gothic and nurse tale. Munroe tells the synopsis better than I on his website:

Virginal nurse Mary Hood fights off all the advances from the lecherous doctors at home and takes a job offered by her Uncle in the Deep South. She travels to Mayesville, a town run for years by the Mayes and Conline families, called there by her handsome Uncle, Dr. Mayes Conline. His hospital is located on the grounds of his decaying Southern mansion, complete with insane relatives locked in upstairs rooms and strange goings on throughout the dark nights. On page 100, there is a shocking surprise: Dr. Conline is performing abortions late at night at his hospital. That is, it was designed to be a shock, but the editors put a new title on Whittington’s manuscript, one that gives everything away.

Mary has fallen in love with the brooding and mysterious Dr. Mayes Conline, and the plot twists and thickens from there. Whittington’s challenge was to describe sexual activity without using any naughty words. I think he fares well here when he refers to Mary “taking her pleasure from the obelisk of his strength .”

Dr. Mayes Conline is also her uncle — not by blood, the second hubby of her Aunt Rose, a man 10 years younger, and a seemingly successful good ol’ southern physician.  From the start, Mary is attracted to him, and Conline is drawn to her, and he says, “I must keep in mind that you are my niece.”

A gothic is not a gothic without some incest brewing in the backwoods, after all.  But 19 year old Mary, a nurse, has left the big city in favor of the woods because she loathes the world that orbits sex, a world where men see her as nothing but vagina to conquer.  In one flashback scene, on graduation day for the nurses, a drnk intern, Cal, rapes her.  She had looked up to Cal, even favored romance and marriage, but he forces himself on her — when she runs off, clothes torn, legs and boobs sticking out, and tells one of the doctors what happened to her, the doctor is turned on by it all and rapes her too.  Two rapes back and back — the invitation to be a nurse at her uncle’s southern bacwoods hospital sounds like a good way to get away from the evils of the world.

Hardly…soon she finds out why her uncle works late hours and sleeps till noon.  At night, he performs illegal abortions, where he makes more money than taking care of the elderly and sickly.  Women who have complications and die from the procedure are tossed into a river or left in the woods (back then, some abortionists would have dead patients cremated, to get rid of the evidence).

The novel moves into the moral and medically ethical questioning of abortion, a quagmire for Mary since she has the hots for her uncle.  Whe her aunt dies, the path is clear for romance, but can she love a man who is a murderer of children?

There is also the evil head nurse who gets in the way and hates Mary’s coming into the picture and stomping on her territory — where can all this lead but the fires of hell, physically?  No gothic can have a happy ending, like your usual nurse novel…

Not the best Whittington in my opinion, but not the worst (I prefer crime noir and hardboiled Whittington).

I feel like getting on a nurse novel kick here — next up: Nurse Carolyn by Loren Beauchamp (Midwood, 1960)  and Man’s Nurse by Orrie Hitt (Chariot, 1963).

AIMEE & CHLOE by Valerie Grey (Olympia Press)

Posted in pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 25, 2009 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

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Olympia Press just reprinted as an e-book a collection of two novellas, Aimee and Chloe: Two Sordid Stories of Sin and Incest by Valerie Grey.

Also out in paperback here.

Where have I read the first one, “Aimee and Her Father,” before?  It seems vintage but may be imitating the style, set in the 1920s, about a consensual affair between a young female writer and her father — sounds like the same set-up in Anais Nin’s memoir, Incest.  The sex is pretty graphic, even with a dash of beastiality.

“Chloe” is set in the 1960s with incest as an experiemnt in free love. A strange tale with the father becoming a Christian and wanting to stop the affair but the daughter doesn’t want to stop, and they have a child together (no webbed feet).

Taboo topics done with grace and poetry. Incest was not really handled in bright lghts in the softcores until the 70s, when things got hardcore, even the covers were explict, as seen below.

One publisher, Suree House, from ex-Greeleaf employees and located in El Cajon, Calfornia, specalized in incest fiction, even with pedophilia.  These were mafia-connected companies; the mob seemed to think there was a market for this smut, and indeed there was.

Today, incest is only “a hot seller” in memoirs, like that Kathryn Harris autobiography a few years back.  Incest is always a topic for grand literature — from the Bible yo Joyce Carol Oates to seedy private eye yarns.

In some lesbian novels, incest (like rape) is often an impetus for the character to turn to women for the third theme of love.

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