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The Teeny-Boffer – D. Barry Linder aka Linda DuBreuil (Greenleaf Classics #359, 1968)

Posted in pulp fiction, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , , on May 6, 2010 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

I’ve had this one on the shelf since doing my interview with Earl Kemp for Sin-a-Rama in summer 2004, a strange hot summer where I was going through a transition in my life (breaking up with my live-in girlfriend to be with another woman) and beginning another round of obsession for vintage sleaze.

D. Barry Linder was one of Linda DuBreuil’s many pen names, this one for Greenleaf Classics.  Earl Kemp calls her “the queen of porn” in those days.

She was a real doll…the pornography grandmother…wise beyond her years and younger than springtime. She had curly hair and was rather small and built around a tightly wound, tiny skeleton. She was one of those amorphous types who could be 30 as easily as she could be 60, but was really somewhere in between.

Linda lived in Zapopan, a suburb of Guadalajara that was directly opposite all the way across town from Ajijic, the Guadalajara suburb where I lived. Fortunately there was a long, wide-sweeping bypass highway known as the Periferrico for people who had rather not do all that city driving. In those days in the absolutely free and uninhibited ‘sixties, it was quite a pleasant drive through the countryside just getting to her house.

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Lust Damned by Andrew Shaw (Lawrence Block) – Midnight Reader

Posted in Nightstand Books, Vintage Sleaze Paperbacks with tags , , , , , , , , on July 5, 2009 by vintagesleazepaperbacks

shaw - Lust Damned

Crime/mystery writer Lawrence Block wrote sleaze as Sheldon Lord for Midwood and Beacon and Andrew Shaw for Nightstand.  Later Shaw books are penned by Donald E. Westlake, William Cons, and Hal Dresner, and possibly others, farmed out by Block when he didn’t have time or desire, cutting the pay with these ghostwriters of a pen name.

Lust Damned seems to be Block, it reads in his early style. It is a dark story of pedophilia.  The crass, wise-ass narrator is a 33-year-old insurance guy with a wife and two kids and a secret desire for girls under 15.  He spends his time in suburbia one summer admiring the young teen girls running around.

This is far different than the Don Elliots or Bellmores or Dexters from Nightstand/Cornith/Greenleaf — darker, with no happy ending, and more realistic.  Obviously following in the footsteps of Lolita, the narrator muses, wax poetic, on the many fine points of the nymphet, in language that is not as graceful as Nabokov’s Humbert Humbert, but smooth urban prose nontheless.  Half way do we realize the guy is cracking up with the pressures at work and his need to break out of his suburban daddy/husband/breadwinner life.  He has been carrying on with a secretary at the office but she’s too old for him.

First it is all fantasy…but then he meets a 15-year-old at the beach who likes older men…one thing leads to another…then he visits a special brothel in Spanish Harlem and pays for a 12-year-old hooker…then he seduces the 14-year-old daughter of his neighbor, who baby-sits for him, and he decides to kidnap her and run off…

This pushes the envelope of 1960s obscenity for Nightstand — I recall Earl Kemp writing in his online memoirs that Reed Nightstand/Greenleaf never published underage sex fiction like other companies did, but here is proof that they did (other titls like Sexteen and The Teeny-Bopper also)…perhaps Kemp meant they never publshed work that had sex with pre-teens, which in the 1970s, places like Surree House offered, along with beastiality, incest, and other kinks for certain readers.

A disturbing little suburban tale of a fellow gone sex crazy, trapped in the gutter of his mind, making his shameful fantasies into sinful realities!  He is, yes, one of the Lust Damned!

As for a Block/Shaw book, it’s one of the best I’ve read so far, but I have some others I need to read, like Sin Alley, The Wild Ones, Flesh Parade, $20 Lust, and Passion COD.