We’ve been eyeing a Russell Trainer novel called His Daughter’s Friend for a while. It has one of illustrator Paul Rader’s best covers. But since it’s a pretty empty feeling to buy a book with a nice cover that turns out to be terribly written (often the case with sleaze novels), we wanted to sample Trainer’s prose. With the price of His Daughter’s Friend running as high as $200.00, a trial run was needed on cheaper books. Incidentally, we’d never pay that for a book anyway, but if Trainer can write, we’d probably go as high as $30.00, if we ever found a copy at that price. We ended up buying two Trainers, both at around fifteen bucks. You see the first above—Jail Bait. It’s an Australian edition published by New Century Press without a copyright date or cover artist attribution. Originally it appeared in the U.S. and Canada in 1962 as The Warden’s Wife.
That title pretty much sums up the idea behind the book, as a felon named Eddie Koski, after three years in max, is made a trustee and given a form of freedom as he works around the prison for the warden and other high ranking corrections officials. Unfortunately, the warden’s smoking hot wife Thelma is keenly interested in working Eddie’s shlong, which, of course, can only lead to trouble, if not more jail time. Things become doubly complicated when Eddie falls for a beautiful sociologist who comes to the prison to work on a dissertation. Can he escape the clutches of the dangerous Thelma and find love and freedom? Perhaps. The book is fun for the most part, but we’d have preferred the story to conclude without its late turn toward vicious homophobia. We weren’t surprised when it happened, though. Consider yourselves forewarned.
Overall, we wouldn’t say Jail Bait is either great or awful, which means Trainer probably will fail to add value to His Daugher’s Friend. While we often buy books entirely for the cover art, we never buy expensive ones for that reason. What we love is a book that surpasses our expectations, like, for example, Val Munroe’s surprisingly good 1952 sleazer Carnival of Passion. We suppose requiring decent writing skill with the cover art makes us amateurs at the book collecting game, but we’re not really collectors anyway. We’ll never sell them, in all likelihood. Nearly all the buyers would be in the U.S., and mailing them overseas, even at a profit, is too much work to even contemplate. So we’ll give up our quest for His Daughter’s Friend unless Trainer knocks book two—1963’s No Way Back—completely out of the park. We’ll read it in a bit and see where matters stand.