Ann Lawrence’s novel Gin Wedding is what was once called a love novel or intimate novel, but how much intimacy can there be when books of this type were written during an era when kissing a man even one time was often tantamount to a promise of marriage? This one follows the difficulties of naive Wanda Hartley, who gets drunk one night at a couple of parties, and awakens married—not to the man she loves, whose kiss and proposal she’d accepted the night before, but to the irascible and hated Dick Kennedy. At this point, we knew the story arc destined to come. Wanda would hate Dick (heh), then by the end find that she loved him. Nope. Dick is weirder than we—or Wanda—anticipated. She’s stuck in his mansion and her life becomes Eyes Wide Shut, complete with robed figures, drugs, and a masked orgy. Having your husband give you to six or eight men will certainly change your view of marriage. And this depravity in 1951! Gin Wedding just goes to show that an author—even one you think you know—can always surprise you. Well played, Miss Lawrence.
Now, Captain—try to remember your obligations under international law toward refugees and migrants at sea.
Budget travel brings its challenges for a woman on the cover of Roy Boot’s Girl Stowaway. The idea of women and an all-male crew was actually a minor sub-genre of mid-century fiction. Most were along the sleazy lines you see here—including two we own, both titled Hot Cargo—but we’ve come across at least one high-minded effort that featured women rescued from a torpedoed ship during wartime. The multiple-boys-one-girl-at-sea concept even made it into cinema. We’re thinking of 1957’s Stowaway Girl with Elsa Martinelli. There are surely others. The art here is by Bernard Safran, and the book, number fifty-three in the Intimate Novels line, came in 1953.
Dr. Randolph! I think someone should check your blood pressure!
We’re pulp hypochondriacs—always in the doctor’s office. Above is another medical sleaze cover. Our most recent examples are here and here. If you believe mid-century sleaze literature, general practitioners generally practiced molesting and groping. Of course, mid-century novels also taught readers that all defense lawyers were corrupt, women in the workplace were just looking for husbands, and whiskey every day was sophisticated. Lesson: don’t believe popular literature. Thomas Stone’s 1952 sleazer Doctor Randolph’s Women came from Intimate Novels and features a cover expressively posed by two models. It was originally published in 1943 as Baby Doctor. And you probably won’t be surprised to learn this by now, but Stone was in reality the prolific Florence Stonebraker, who we’ve enjoyed often. Click her keywords to see.
Listen, baby, I steal, extort, and sell drugs. You had to expect me to have unconventional views on relationships.
This photo cover for David Williams’ juvie delinquent novel Basement Gang is one we’ve admired for years. Enticed by its colors and out-of-focus foreground figure, and finally finding it at a good price, we snagged a copy. It was originally published in 1953 by Complete Novel Magazine, with the above edition coming the same year from Intimate Novels.
The book is a cautionary tale told in detailed if clinical style following Bronx born Kathie Melton, who out of boredom dumps her solid boyfriend Hank, is lured through the forbidden doorway of the local underground club Comets, and is soon drunk, drugged, and de-virginized to the limits of her ripe young body.
Kathie is willing to repeatedly indulge in all these activities, but she hates that the hepcats with whom she’s hooked up are criminals. Hey, sitting around being disaffected all day requires some sort of funding. Kathie rolls with the life of petty crime, however when a romantic rival sets her up to be beaten and (almost) raped by a dangerous thug, the square life starts to look good again. But leaving Comets and Co. isn’t simple.
As juvenile delinquent fiction goes, Williams did a good job with this one, even if his prose doesn’t invite deep emotional involvement. We suppose his goal was to be credible rather than literary. But why not both? We think it was his only novel, but just in case we’ll keep our eyes open for more.
The city is fine. It's the men that are in disrepair.
You may have noticed we’re looking at photo covers a bit more lately. Here’s one for Winchell Barry’s Scarlet City. The art here is interestingly tinted, and the moment of struggle depicted while indifferent people occupy the adjacent room says plenty. We showed you the Beacon Signal cover a couple of years ago, but the book was actually first published in the above form by Intimate Novels in 1953. The line at the bottom, “She pandered to the lusts of evil men,” pretty much sums up the story, as the main character Lora tries to sleep her way to the top. If you want to know more feel free to check here.
Hold it! That's good. Now give me shock and dismay. Excellent! Now give me, “I-wonder-if-he-shot-me-in-that-sixty-nine.”
Why buy sleaze digests? Because some of them are very good. Jed Anthony’s Divorce Racket Girls is categorized as a sleazer, but it’s really a hard-boiled drama, telling the story of Frank Rodie, a New York City detective who specializes in gathering evidence for divorce actions. This basically involves catching his rich clients’ spouses in bed. If he can do that by following them around, fine. If he needs to seduce them himself, well, even better. But there may be a price to pay for sticking his private dick into the lives of NYC’s one percent. The book is extremely well written in parts, bringing to mind contemporary writers like James Ellroy. Have a read:
At Healy’s later. Still about ten G’s left. What to do with it? Tony Spinalli invites him to a big poker session. The weisenheimers are laying for the rolls of two fall guys from Alabama. On the third night of the limit game he is wiped out. Stickpin gone. New car gone. He signs a note for the three grand held in trust for Judith. Two nights later learns that the Alabama suckers had been sharpshooters in league with Tony and the others. In the gambling world there’s no comeback. A lobster falls easiest. Well, easy come, easy go.
Another snippet:
Frank Rodie, undercover man. From city to city, all over the map. White light and red light and Bible sectors. Eyes roving, ears cocked, smiling his disarming way into people’s confidences. Feeling his path along the sundry strata of the underworld, acquiring every trick of the game, posing as a “dip,” a “sheet-writer,” a “yegg.” A good detective must be a good thief. Dizzying whirl, the people and the places rotating about young Rodie. Cabarets, the racetrack, the pipe and coke in hip-joints, roulette houses, country clubs. The world bristling everywhere.
One more:
Always when the case involved a dame, he was assigned to rope her. Irresistible Rodie, making passes at drugstore blondes and exotic brunettes, dumb clucks and wise babies, the perfumed and the smelly, ga-ga gushers and junoesque heavies, joy-ladies and cherries—women of every complexion, nationality, and virtue. Look at them fall for the Big-Boy, his contagious grin, his busy hands.
So yeah, Jed Anthony has a strong voice and talent, and Divorce Racket Girls is a good book, even if it has an ending that values irony over credibility. We’ve seen it on sale for fifty dollars, but we’ve also seen it for five because nobody seems certain how to price it. Sleaze digests are usually expensive, especially if they have covers painted by digest specialists like George Gross or Rudy Nappi. But don’t let magical art make you think the prose is magic too. Often the opposite is true. The photo front on this book isn’t scintillating, but the writing shines. After we finished it we looked for more from Anthony and found nothing. Too bad. The man had style.
A nipple scope? Alright, blouse and bra coming off. I thought it was a stethoscope, but I'm no doctor.
The doctor sleaze keeps on coming. Here’s another to add to our vast collection—Dr. Breyton’s Wife by Florenz Branch, aka Florence Stonebraker, for Intimate Novels, 1953. You see this around the internet a lot, but it originally came from Sleazy Digest Books. We haven’t read it, but we own two of Branch’s other novels, which means you will hear from her a little later.
Why do you always have to squeeze so hard? Once in a while we could just cuddle, you know.
We just shared a paperback from Gordon Semple, aka William Neubauer, last week, but why not keep things Semple? Above you see Crusher’s Girl, 1953, from Intimate Novels, with uncredited cover art. The girl referenced has the great name Lily Hood, which tells you right away she’s the archetypal antiheroine of limited means, great determination, and flexible ethics trying to hustle her way out of the slums. We can’t tell you more because we haven’t read it. That’s what happens when you expend almost all your available energy pulling off a massive move. On the plus side, our new city is pretty nice so far, and offers plenty of outdoor reading spaces. We’ll have detailed write-ups on our book postings soon.
I dyed my hair red months ago, but the old nickname stuck. Folks around these parts ain't fond of change.
The above cover for Gordon Semple’s 1953 novel Waterfront Blonde features Warren King art, possibly repurposed from the front he painted for Forbidden Fruit, below (and previously seen in this post). We say possibly only because we don’t know which cover came first. Maybe Forbidden Fruit was repurposed from Waterfront Blonde. Both books are copyrighted 1953. In our non-professional opinions, we think Waterfront Blonde was second. There are several reasons why, any of which could be picked apart by someone with the opposite view. For example, if Waterfront Blonde came first, why not make the female figure’s hair blonde? On the other hand, if it came second, that means King changed the hair color of the male figure, but didn’t bother doing the same with the woman. Either way it’s odd, but the main thing to note here is how the art has been recycled, which occurred often during the mid-century heyday of paperback fiction. We’ll surely have more examples down the line.
When you girls invited me here I think I heard a word other than “sax.”
This amazing cover was painted by Warren King. We’d give just about anything for a lithograph of this. Hot Lips is about an “all-girl” orchestra called the Musical Queens and the things they do when boys aren’t around. Which we can understand. Just look at the male figure here, whose name is Pete. What exactly does he bring to this party? A sense of brooding entitlement? A vague homophobic hostility? The latter, for sure, since he lost his wife to another woman and is dismayed to find himself in sexual competition with the band’s man-hating sax player. Why does saxy Mona hate men? Because her husband turned out to be a drag queen. But all Pete has to do is wait a bit, because while the wholesome, virginal object of desire in this, Althea, may be tempted by wild musical lesbians, such assignations are never permanent in mid-century genre fiction. It’s heteronormativity or death—literally, sometimes. Put Hot Lips in the lesbians-are-bad bin with a pile of other novels from the period. We’ll keep an eye out for more cover work from Warren King, because this is just great. It’s copyright 1952.
American journalist, playwright, and author Richard Harding Davis dies of a heart attack at home in Philadelphia. Not widely known now, Davis was one of the most important and influential war correspondents ever, establishing his reputation by reporting on the Spanish-American War, the Second Boer War, and World War I, as well as his general travels to exotic lands.
1919—Zapata Is Killed
In Mexico, revolutionary leader Emiliano Zapata is shot dead by government forces in the state of Morelos, after a carefully planned ambush. Following the killing, Zapata’s revolutionary movement and his Liberation Army of the South slowly fall apart, but his political influence lasts in Mexico to the present day.
1925—Great Gatsby Is Published
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s novel The Great Gatsby is published in New York City by Charles Scribner’s Sons. Though Gatsby is Fitzgerald’s best known book today, it was not a success upon publication, and at the time of his death in 1940, Fitzgerald was mostly forgotten as a writer and considered himself to be a failure.
1968—Martin Luther King Buried
American clergyman and civil rights leader Martin Luther King, Jr., is buried five days after being shot dead on a Memphis, Tennessee motel balcony. April 7th had been declared a national day of mourning by President Lyndon B. Johnson, and King’s funeral on the 9th is attended by thousands of supporters, and Vice President Hubert Humphrey.
1953—Jomo Kenyatta Convicted
In Kenya, Jomo Kenyatta is sentenced to seven years in prison by the nation’s British rulers for being a member of the Mau Mau Society, an anti-colonial movement. Kenyatta would a decade later become independent Kenya’s first prime minister, and still later its first president.
1974—Hank Aaron Becomes Home Run King
Major League Baseball player Hank Aaron hits his 715th career home run, surpassing Babe Ruth’s 39-year-old record. The record-breaking homer is hit off Al Downing of the Los Angeles Dodgers, and with that swing Aaron puts an exclamation mark on a twenty-four year journey that had begun with the Indianapolis Clowns of the Negro League, and would end with his selection to Major League Baseball’s Hall of Fame.
Edições de Ouro and Editora Tecnoprint published U.S. crime novels for the Brazilian market, with excellent reworked cover art to appeal to local sensibilities. We have a small collection worth seeing.
There have been some serious injuries on pulp covers. This one is probably the most severe—at least in our imagination. It was painted for Stanley Morton's 1952 novel Yankee Trader.
