Title: The Road's End
Author: Albert Conroy
Cover artist: [Barye Phillips]
Estimated value: $17-22
- No joke, this dude looks eerily like 22-year-old me. Leering ladies in my doorway, not so much.
- "There were too many women in his life"—you'd think at least one of them would help him clean that sty.
- This appears to be some post-apocalyptic tale of drought, where water is money so you keep it close at hand and never wash anything.
- Where ... did his fingers go? Fear claw!
- "Curved feminine flesh" is less sexy-sounding than this book seems to think it is. More meat cut than sexpot.
- "Who are you?" he asked. "And who am I?"—finally, a sleaze paperback that reflects the then-current trends in existentialist philosophy.
- "I found a pasty man and put him in the shed. Can we keep him, mom? Can we!?"
My knee came up automatically and sank into his groin. And again. And again.
OK, I'm out.
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