Paperback 1132: Midwood 33-714 (PBO, 1966)
Title: Mercedes
Author: Carl Demarco
Cover artist: Uncredited
Condition: 6/10
Value: $11
[Newest addition to the Doug Peterson Collection]
- The long-awaited sequel to Hyundai.
- So ... she discovered that there was a staircase as well as an elevator? Exciting.
- I wish she filled more of the frame—so much more of the frame that the dope who's looking at her got pushed right out. There is a long tradition of "cardboard-cutout dude who is there only to ogle the hot woman" in paperback art, but this guy may be the cardboard-cutoutiest. She's so bored by him that she's turned to us for help.
- Her hair is perfect. The rest of her is pretty good too. I know I'm meant to look at her ass, but I kinda wish I could see the whole dress.
- I would lose my fucking mind if I spent more than three minutes in a room this color. So relentlessly This Color.
Best things about this back cover:
- Just a B&W version of the cover?? The look and tone of both the art and the cover copy are so weary and half-hearted that I feel like that final line should read "[Sigh] Yet Another Midwood Original (We're Out Of Ideas)"
- I keep looking at her right hand to see if it has the correct number of fingers. There's something slightly ... mangled about it.
- "Penetrating"? OK, easy there, copy guy.
- "With whom"? Well, la-di-dah, copy guy.
Page 123~
With a strange urgency, she passed her hands over her body—nude beneath the sheets—as if to reassure herself that she was all there, intact [!], that she hadn't left a part of herself with the sensuous Suzanne!
"My left kneecap ... Where's My Left Kneecap!? Curse your lesbian witchery, Suzanne!"
~RP
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"[Sigh] Yet Another Midwood Original (We're Out Of Ideas)"
ReplyDeleteThey're called MID-wood for a reason. *ba-dum tish* There's a much raunchier joke in there, but I don't have time to work it out.
She could easily be bigger, even if they kept Mr. Cardboard in the shot. Move him slightly to the right and you could zoom in until the top of her hair almost reaches the author's name. Weirdly, on the back, they've cut off everything below her knees and she isn't any bigger.