
We didn’t buy William Vaneer’s, aka James W. Lampp’s 1953 sleazer Sinful Island Vacation because some silly boy was trying to sell it for a hundred dollars, but we’re always tempted by books with this premise because we’ve been on quite a few sinful island vacations. Our most sinful island: Roatán. And you thought we were going to say Santorini or Mallorca. Very sinful also. But we once got stuck on Roatán for a week when Honduras experienced one of its periodic convulsiónes. There’s nothing like deadly political unrest to loosen people’s inhibitions. We don’t know on which island Vaneer’s potboiler is set, but the rear cover refers to it as tropical, so it’s a good bet it’s in the Pacific somewhere. For our next sinful island vacation maybe we’ll head out there.