Seeking a copy of this issue. The short novel by Dan Malcolm is a Rbt Silverberg pen name.
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Those Who Lust by Don Elliott aka Robert Silverberg (Leisure Books, 1967) and Those Who Watch by Robert Silverberg (Signet, 1967)Posted in Don Elliott, lesbian pulp fiction, pulp fiction, Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags aliens, Leisure Books, New Mexico, sex boat, Signet Books, UFO crash on March 2, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks
Another erotic novel set on a yacht! Kathryn is recently divorced, no easy task as her ex- would not grant her the dissolution at first. To celebrate, she goes out with her lawyer, gets drunk, and winds up sleeping with her lawyer, despite the fact she does not like him or find him attractive. Then an old flame from her teen years shows up and she sleeps with him too. She walls into the typical “wild divorcee” nude.
She sees an ad, a woman is looking for “ravel companions” on a yacht around the world. The woman, Carla, and her co-hort, is of the idle rich who likes to play sexual games: getting straight woman on the boat and “turning” them in lesbian orgues.
Kathryn is ready for the turn…
Those Who Lust is not a remarkable story, for Don Elliott/Silverberg, but what is apparent is that the prose is more confident and smooth than the 1960-62 Don Elliotts. By 1967, Silvernberg, 12 years now as a professional writer, sharted showing maturity, as evident in his SF during that time.
In fact, an SF book published the same year as Those Who Lust is Those Who Watch, about a UFO crash in New Mexico and aliens who have been keeping their eye on humanity. There is a Kathryn in this one too…
Is she the same Kathyrn? Did Kathryn from Those Who Lust, after her lesbian romp sea voyage,m move to New Mexico and get entangled with aliens?
It’s fun to think so…
We have wondered if these fake sexual case histories were ever used in research papers, or caused anyone to believe there were actually real people out there as found in the plethora of these type of books that were churned out in the 1960s-70s.
Robert Silverberg composed about a dozen of these as L.T. Woodward, M.D., covering topics such as the virgin wife, sex techniques in marriage, sex in the army, sex in college, lesbians, etc.
Sex Fiend covers sex crimes, often sex that leads to murder, such as the chapter called “Teenage Thrill Killers” and “The Peeping Tom Murders.” Nympho,mania, lesbiana, and ;psycho doctors are also found.
Basically, this is a collection of sort stories around a theme, framed as case histories lacking academic methodology, clinical ethics, theory, and all the other stuff one finds in true case history studies.
But so what? This is entertainment, a breezy cheap paperback that shows us publishers then and now will print anything if there’s profit…
Philosopher of Evil: The Life and Works of the Marquis de Sade by Walter Drummond aka Robert Silverberg (Regency Books, 1962)Posted in Robert Silverberg, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags biography, S/M, S/M history, Sadism, sadistic sex on February 26, 2011 by vintagesleazepaperbacks
In the 1960s, Silverberg was penning just about as much non-fiction as he was writing softcores, SF, and whatever else. He used a number of pen names, writing books for the YA and trade market in history, anthropology and oceanography, as well as a dozen sexual case histories and research as L.T. Woodward, MD (after the success of Masters and Johnson, publishers put out both real and fake sexology studies in droves).
As Walter Drummod, Silverberg wrote two curious titles for Regency Books: this biography of the Marquis de Sade, and one about how to invest and spend money wisely.
Regency Books was owned by William Hamling, part of the Greenleaf/Cornith arm, and edited by Harlan Ellison. Ellison published two of his early books with the imprint, Gentlemen Junkie and Memos from Purgatory. Interesting note: Regency originally published Jim Thompson’s The Grifters. Ellison did have an eye for what was good.
Philosopher of Evil is written for a general audience, not academic; too bad as sometimes we wished for sources of quoted material. But this was a quickie paperback meant to entertain and at times, excite with graphic descriptions of de Sade’s personal sex life and the depravity found in his novels.
This s a novelized version of a short story in Illicit Affair by Mark Ryan. Common practice of the prolific writer: if you have no new ideas, expand an old short story. So the story is basically Chapter One of Lust Demon.
Opens with a man named Carter driving from San Francisco to L.A. on the coast. Half-way, he spots a naked woman sunning on the beach. He stops to talk to her. Her name is Judy. She’s gorgeous, built, athletic, blonde, tanned. She seems to be a free love type of the era and soon he has his clothes off and they’re fucking on the deserted beach…she suggests a swim. They go out, and she clamps her muscular legs around him and pulls him under the water, drowns him, and leaves his body to sink.
In the story, that’s all we get, a sorta cautionary tale about you never know what strangers will do, hinting at maybe the girl is some sort of demon siren out to get passing men. In the novel, we learn of her motivations: Judy simply hates all men, and she uses their own desires for her against them, and kills them.
She was raped at sixteen by her own brother, a haunting memory of incest. She was raped two years later when she got drunk in a bar, still in despair about the disgust of the first rape, and a kindly middle aged man who helps her then rapes her, too.
In college, she decides to get revenge by making men fall in love with her and then breaking their hearts; making them grovel at her feet and crawl on their knees. Then she meets a man she actually falls in love with, thinks she will marry, and then he does the same to her: after three months, he kicks her out. He has his own revenge issues with women.
Several years later, she crosses paths with this man and invites him to her secluded cottage in the hills near the beach. It’s a romantic night but she has revenge in her heart and kills him, and drags his body to the ocean. The next two men she kills in the ocean. Carter was her fourth.
Thus far, the men have been reported missing or deemed suicides, but she wonders if the cops will ever get wise to what she is doing…
Everyone sees her as a quiet if kooky blonde hermit who makes pottery to sell to tourists. Nearby in a cottage are two lesbians she sometimes has a threesome with.
One day a man is waiting at her door. She fears he might be a cop. He says his car broke down and needs to use a phone. This and that, he spends the night. The sex between them is rough and violent — he can match her moves, smacks her around, draws blood, and they both like it. Without being too graphic, Silverberg deft handles the scene where Judy muses about biting his willywhacker off as she fellates him:
Abruptly, she brought her teeth into play. She kept her lips over them while she was caressing him, but now she pulled her lips back and let her sharp, white little teeth close in on him. Slowly, she brought her jaws together, a fraction of an inch at at a time. She knew that it must be painful for him. But he didn’t say a word, not even a murmur.
Judy took her mouth away from him. She looked up and saw him studying her with interest.
She said, “I’ve hot very strong jaws. One good snap — whose the boss then?” (p. 150)
She hears a news item on the radio about a man on the run who murdered his wife and another man, and the description of the man fits her new lover, as well as the make of his car. He admits he’s on the run. She tells him about her murders. She thinks she has found a kindred soul because she is not the lust demon — he is, the violent sex they had is nothing like she’s ever had, and everything she always secretly wanted.
This is the sort of psychological sexual horror that became popular in the 1980s. Silverberg, like Lawrence Block with his Shaw title, The Sadist, was ahead of the trend curve here.
It’s a good, swift read. Recommended, as most Silverberg Elliotts, Eliots, Beauchamps and Challons are.
Many of the latter books Silverberg wrote for Cornith in 1965-67 tend to be on the kinky, S/M and violent side, perhaps a foreshadow of the type of dark, sexual SF he produced a few years later.
A 1966 book — we are amazed whenever we read a book the same year we were born, thinking this little paperback was out there on the stands when we were just an infant sucking on our mother’s teat.
Like Gutter Road, there’s a sexual blackmail con scheme at the center of this little crime noir softcore.
Charley is grifter making his way from New York to Florida for the winter, to pull some jobs. In a Delaware roadhouse, he spots waitress Janey and knows she has what he needs: she can look fifteen or twenty-five with her looks, lack of make-up or too much make-up…
He picks Janey up in his smooth way, beds her, invites her to come with him Miami. She has nothing better to do, so why not.
Charley tells her his con game: she dresses up nice, hangs out in hotel bars, acting like a sweet young lady who likes older men, men with money. She does not charge them, she is not hooking. The men have a great time with a hot young number. The next day, Charley shows up to the mark’s hotel room and Janey is wearing bobby sox, pony tail and no-make up, looking like jailbait. Charley acts like the appalled older brother whose kid sister was seduced; he then says he will go to the cops unless the men pay up, say $500-1000.
Janey thinks it’s a good grift. She’s hooked before so she’s no stranger to crime. They make some money in Miami and all is well for the two crooks, but eventually they meet other people who lead them astray — Janey a more suave guy and future real romance, Charley two teen vixens who lead him to a bigger gutter road.
Not the best of the Don Elliotts, but even these lesser titles are often better reads than 75% of the sleaze published back then and even now.