Ah, sleeeeeaze! I have no idea who wrote this as "John Dexter" (it's possible nobody has any idea at this point in time), but they sure delivered the goods with this one. The very point of books like this is not to be a good, wholesome read, and what we get is a contest of wills between a street-hardened trollop and the utterly perverted captain of industry whose family she married into. He actually made his son marry her, so she'd always be handy in the family mansion. He's a fat, hairy beast of a man, who loves to dominate--until she seizes the whip and proves to him what a bottom he really is. Oh, by the way, his daughter is in an insane asylum because he found her nude sunbathing one day, and, er, couldn't help himself. As for our heroine, she exerts one form of sexual control or another over every man in the house, including the butler, plus one of the maids. She reserves her real passion, though, for the wealthy industrialist, whom she loathes. Every scene between them is either a physical fight, sado-masochistic, or a bitter and mutually degrading (but just as mutually satisfying) hate-fuck. If that sounds like your cup of swill, you're sure to find this a delicious treat.
Monday, September 21, 2009
LUST MONSTER by John Dexter (Nightstand 1965)
Ah, sleeeeeaze! I have no idea who wrote this as "John Dexter" (it's possible nobody has any idea at this point in time), but they sure delivered the goods with this one. The very point of books like this is not to be a good, wholesome read, and what we get is a contest of wills between a street-hardened trollop and the utterly perverted captain of industry whose family she married into. He actually made his son marry her, so she'd always be handy in the family mansion. He's a fat, hairy beast of a man, who loves to dominate--until she seizes the whip and proves to him what a bottom he really is. Oh, by the way, his daughter is in an insane asylum because he found her nude sunbathing one day, and, er, couldn't help himself. As for our heroine, she exerts one form of sexual control or another over every man in the house, including the butler, plus one of the maids. She reserves her real passion, though, for the wealthy industrialist, whom she loathes. Every scene between them is either a physical fight, sado-masochistic, or a bitter and mutually degrading (but just as mutually satisfying) hate-fuck. If that sounds like your cup of swill, you're sure to find this a delicious treat.
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Hooray!
So pleased to see the tawdry tacky paperbacks back where they belong!
The title alone takes you to heaven.
Look to _eI_ at efanzines.com for indices to these publishers...Earl Kemp, who edited any number of these, often features guides and memoirs from the creators.
hit the hotlink on my name.
Hey Todd--Earl has actually contributed a post here, and advised me on stuff like this before, so I'm familiar with his work. I just don't think he's said anything specific about this title, and I just didn't get around to asking him about it. Maybe I should!
The dude with the whip looks like J. Peterman from Seinfeld.
No he looks like Classy Fred Blassie!
:)
The cover of this book pretty much describes how my wedding night turned out.
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