Paperback 1130: Wild Spree / Jay Davis (Scorpion Books 101)

Paperback 1130: Scorpion Books 101 (PBO, 1964)

Title: Wild Spree

Author: Jay Davis

Cover artist: Gus Albet

Condition: 9/10 (yeah, it's got that sticker (38¢!!) ... sigh ... but otherwise ... mwah)

Value: $25-30

[Newest addition to the Doug Peterson Collection]

Best things about this cover: 

• L.A. pilates classes go hard.
• It's been two weeks since my last post! But vacation time is over! Let sleaze time commence!
• Bisexual visibility! You don't see "bisexuality" mentioned explicitly very often, but this one's got it right in the tagline on the teaser page, before the title page: "HER BISEXUAL ROOMMATE SEDUCED HER!" And sure, enough, page 1, they get right to it. "Juanita's lips found Susan's breasts." Not hard to do. Turns out they weren't exactly hiding.

• My friend Doug Peterson frequently brings me smutty paperbacks whenever we happen to see each other, and this time, when we met at the Huntington Museum near Pasadena, he did not disappoint. I've got something like a dozen gems for you in the coming weeks, starting with this top-shelf stuff.
• Scorpion Books ("... the book with a sting!")—this imprint is new to my collection (there appear to have been something like 8 Scorpion Books total (this is 101 and I can find them numbered only as high as 108)).

Best things about this back cover: 

• Look, if you're gonna be lesbian, I think you gotta go "all out." No part-time lesbians, no half-ass lesbians. Just ... all out. Like Maxine. Maxine gets it.
• OK where the fuck are we here? Like, in physical space, where are we? I just realized that this is a wraparound cover. Usually, wraparound covers are kinda ostentatious about the fact that they're wraparounds, so you get this cool continuous-picture effect as you turn the book over. But this ... this is some kind of grimy shack with no electricity. The folks on the front seem very well lit, but over here, in front of this framed picture of, I'm gonna say, garbage, with a shabby day bed that features an old wooden barrel for a pillow, there is no light. Only sadness. 
• One thing I love about this book is the amount of credit the artist is getting. There is a painting within the painting, which the actual artist (of the entire cover) has signed ("ALBET"), and somebody made sure that signature stayed visible and unobscured. Then you open the book up and the artist doesn't just get a credit—he gets a whole damn page! More books should treat their cover artists like this! As a collector, it absolutely sucks how hard-to-impossible it is to track down a simple artist credit when the book doesn't simply provide it. But here: hey, hey, hey, it's Gusssssss Albet!

Page 123~

    Without thinking, without awareness, she walked to the door, opened it, and then gasped in surprise to find Maxine Hensen standing there. 

"Somebody order an all-out lesbian?" Maxine chortled suggestively. Susan gasped, dropped to her knees, and threw her blue blouse over her head as the night exploded in a wild spree of desperate bisexual passions. Amen.

~RP

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Paperback 1129: The Postman Always Rings Twice / James M. Cain (Pocket Books 443)

 Paperback 1129: Pocket Books 443 (11th ptg., 1953)

Title: The Postman Always Rings Twice

Author: James M. Cain

Cover artist: Tom Dunn

Condition: 7/10

Value: $8

Best things about this cover: 

• Love their faces! "Fraaank ... you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Oh yeah, baby, it's murder city for hubby there. I got a foolproof plan..."
• This cover really gets across the idea that her husband is dragging her down. Physically, literally down. He's like a horny aging hell-imp come to besmirch the pure white maiden (that white is about to become superironic). Anyway, big diagonal energy in this one (from the glass on the table through the handsy Greek up through Miss Innocent and smack into Frank's cigarette-stuffed mug).
• Look at Frank there. He's like a tree. Just a straight up-and-down piece of solid wood. Actually, he seems to be emerging from a block of granite. He's got meaty hands, strangler's hands. But that t-shirt ... that's kinda jaunty. What is that, mint green? Snazzy.

Best things about this back cover: 

• Meh, this book's trying too hard to be highbrow. Quotes from Important Sources and whatnot. Where's my florid, sleazy cover copy!? Do you think I really care what [squints] Herbert Bayard Swope has to say? I do not.
• I can't believe no one calls this story "Frank," as it literally has a "Frank" in it.
• What is "the metal of an automatic?" Is he trying to say "gun?" The "bullets?" Which part of the automatic isn't metal? And can you really not lay a gun down? Sorry, Saturday Review of Literature, you're not up to the task here. Maybe go back to reviewing Louis Bromfield or John P. Marquand or whatever.

Page 123~ (actually, p. 23 ... there's only 121 pages total in this thing!)

    "Even if we had gone through with it they would have guessed it. They always guess it. They guess it anyway, just from habit. Because look how quick that cop knew something was wrong. That's what makes my blood run cold. Soon as he saw me standing there he knew it. If he could tumble to it all that easy, how much chance would we have had if the Greek had died?"

    "I guess I'm not really a hell cat, Frank."

It's a sad day when a girl has to give up on her childhood dreams of being a hell cat. But we all have to grow up sometime, I guess. 

~RP

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Paperback 1128: Walls of Gold / Kathleen Norris (Pocket Books 488)

Paperback 1128: Pocket Books 488 (1st ptg., 1948)

Title: Walls of Gold

Author: Kathleen Norris

Cover artist: Earl Cordrey

Condition: 5/10

Value: $4-5

Best things about this cover: 

• She liked to make every new lover smell the blood of his predecessor. "How did you get his bl-?" "Shut up and smell, Steve. Then help me scrape the words off these walls of gold."
• I thought there was a speck of dirt on her right shoulder but it won't come off so maybe it's a mole?
• She married for position. And that's how she became left tackle for the Chicago Bears.

Best things about this back cover: 

• "... an elderly widower who gave her all the good things of life"—well, apparently not all the good things
• Three hypothetical questions on one back cover. That's asking (literally) a lot of the reader
• Wait, the rich guy is named "Ritchie?" I can't wait to meet Jimmy's other love interests, architect Sam Houseman and butcher Steve Mietz

Page 123~

Jimmy, who had to write all the notes of thanks, observed that some day they would build a beautiful home somewhere and put their new things into it. But Gordon was a little dubious about that. 

Jimmy, who could brook no dubiousness, quickly slit her new husband's throat, cleaned up the blood with a handkerchief, and then descended the staircase to show Steve what she'd done.

~RP

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Paperback 1127: Golden Tramp / Daoma Winston (Beacon B 272)

 Paperback 1127: Beacon B 272 (PBO, 1959)

Title: Golden Tramp

Author: Daoma Winston

Cover artist: Uncredited [Harry Barton]

Condition: 8/10 

Value: $20

Best things about this cover: 

• Her name is Gay? Bit on the nose, don't you think? I mean ... whither subtlety?
• It's like she's eating his face with her neck. Some kind of weird reverse vampire.
• "Your head feels so good, Steve!" "Mmmfrphywtuh"
• There's something oddly, bizarrely, unexpectedly charming about the pink stripes on the pillow.
• I approvingly acknowledge the hint (the barest hint) of garter hook.
• I love the cover copy's anguished "WHY?" "Why oh why won't she give up this endless orgy of the flesh and join the endless orgy of the mind!?"

Best things about this back cover: 

• Ransom note font, wtf?
• OMG there really is a "Steve" in this thing. Nailed it!
• "Maybe it was Tom who turned Gay from men." So ... he turned Gay ... gay? Seriously, the protagonist's name is not helping you, Daoma.
• I'm not sure "tete-a-tetes" means what you think it does, Daoma. Unless ... "tete" ("head") is a euphemism for some other body parts that they're putting ... together ...
• Holy shit, plot twist! Peter covets Jonathan!? Who the fuck is Jonathan? You can't just drop Peter's queerness *and* a new character into the very last sentence. I don't even care about Gay anymore. I need to know about Peter and Jonathan! I hope they're happy (but since they're gay in a 1950s paperback, safe bet is that they are probably not, in fact, happy).

Page 123~

"Well, you know what he did? Went off and married one of those drive-in girls in the shiny shirts, and dimpled knees showing. And the funniest thing happened. It turned out she's some kind of an heiress or something. Couldn't have happened at a better time, or to a nicer guy."

Man, it's like Daoma Winston's got a barreful of premises for novels and she's just gonna dump them all into one book. Now I need to know about the heiress who is also somehow a dimple-kneed shiny-shirted drive-in girl ... which is apparently a type? I want to live inside a late '50s Beacon paperback, if just for a day. It sounds wild.

~RP

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Paperback 1126: Chicago: City of Sin / John J. McPhaul (Book Co. of America 005)

Paperback 1126: Book Co. of America 005 (1st ptg, 1965)

Title: Chicago: City of Sin

Author: John J. McPhaul

Cover artist: photo cover

Condition: 8/10 

Value: $9

[Chapter 2 Books, Winona, MN (July 2025)]

Best things about this cover: 

• The title is great. And the book is in very good condition. And the imprint is rare (this is only my fourth "Book Co. of America" book). Other than that, not a lot to recommend this cover. Maybe the title font. That's pretty nice.
• Grim photo. But it's also small enough that I don't really notice it much. My eye just kind of takes it in as an abstract arrangement of darks and lights. The title, with its garish yellow-on-black color scheme, is far more eye-catching than the photo.
• It's weird that this scene (and its description) dominate the cover of the book, because (as you'll see), the book isn't primarily about the St. Valentine's Day Massacre, or even organized crime generally. It's an overview of all the "sinful" aspects of Chicago.

Best things about this back cover: 

• "[...] THE ONE CALLED MADISON?" Why is there a "?" at the end of that sentence? Do they not know the name of the street? Are they unsure? Maybe the typesetter left the "?" in there to remind himself to go back and factcheck, but never did.
• I don't know what "THE RIDE" is. Hang on ... lol when I google [birthplace of the ride] all I get is Sally Ride (she was born in Los Angeles, btw). Huh, not sure what "the ride" is supposed to mean. It's got sexual connotations, but I doubt Chicago is the birthplace of sex. It also can refer to being taken to prison, but again, prisons predate Chicago. Is it like being taken for a ride, as in scammed, somehow? Maybe it's some kind of hot dog ... 
• Pretty dishonest to say that the book is "SEEN AND TOLD BY AN ALL STAR CAST OF WRITERS AND REPORTERS," which implies that the book will be a kind of anthology of famous people's writing, and it is not. It's all John J. McPhaul, the "author" of the "famous film" Northside 777 (not a bad flick, tbh). Charles MacArthur wrote plays in collaboration with Ben Hecht; he was married to Helen Hayes, the first woman to win an EGOT. Finley Peter Dunne was a Chicago-based nationally syndicated humor columnist of the late 19th/early 20th century. "Written as though speaking with the thick verbiage and accent of an Irish immigrant from County Roscommon, Dunne's fictional 'Mr. Dooley' expounded upon political and social issues of the day from behind the bar of his South Side Chicago Irish pub." (wikipedia).

Page 123~

Patterson was running the New York News when a corset salesman named Judd Gray became enamored of Ruth Snyder ("a chilly-looking blonde with frosty eyes," in Damon Runyon's words). She was encumbered with a husband. The pair disposed of him with murder so badly botched that they were quickly arrested and sentenced to death.

Not sure why the head of a New York paper is in this book about Chicago, but knowing that Damon Runyon covered this fiasco makes me want to read more about it. Also, "encumbered with a husband" is a nice phrase. I've known more than a few women who could be thus described. 

~RP

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Paperback 1125: The Passion Hunters / Orrie Hitt (Domino Books 72-712)

Paperback 1125: Domino Books 72-712 (PBO, 1964)

Title: The Passion Hunters    

Author: Orrie Hitt

Cover artist: Uncredited

Condition: 4-5/10

Value: $10

[Chapter 2 Books, Winona, MN (July 2025)]

Best things about this cover: 

• Gee, your nose smells terrific!
• "Kissing's when I talk into your nose, right?"
• She's gonna have to open her eyes if she ever wants their faces to line up properly
• It looks like it's raining exclusively in her bed and on his shirt, with some kind of green aurora borealis in the background
• I keep quickly glancing at the cover copy and seeing the phrase "mouth-open season," which, given the picture, seems right

Best things about this back cover: 

• Fair game! It's a pun! Because they are pretty ("fair") and you hunt them. Or else they are a game you play at a carnival booth, like the ring toss. He does seem to be trying to bend her body into some kind of shape, perhaps in order to win a giant stuffed animal. "I thought you liked me, Brad. What about that embrace at the carnival booth?" "I was just trying to bend you into a knot so I could win that panda!"
• I am shocked, shocked, I say, to find that this Orrie Hitt book doesn't seem to have much of a plot. He's going deer-hunting. But he wants sex and money. But he'll settle for sex. Hitt me!
• "A trio of torrid temptresses!" Somewhere, there's a dyad of dumpy dames going "Hey, what about us!?"

Page 123~

Getting over the beaver channels was the worst, and before I cleared the swamp I didn't have to continue worrying about dropping him. He was already dead, the knife still in his belly, and from there on down the mountain I was an undertaker without a license.

OK, technically this is from p. 122, but once I saw the phrase "Getting over the beaver channels," there was no turning back. You understand.

~RP

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Paperback 1124: The Removers / Donald Hamilton (Gold Medal s1082)

Paperback 1124: Gold Medal s1082 (PBO, 1961)

Title: The Removers

Author: Donald Hamilton

Cover artist: Barye Phillips

Condition: 6/10 (crease down the middle of the cover)

Value: $6-10

Best things about this cover: 

• Another day, another Barye Phillips Gold Medal cover that is disappointingly sketchy. Why is this there so much unused space? Why is the woman so small? Bah!
• Also: another day, another implausible color of "red" on the "red"head. That's like Ronald McDonald "red," come on.
• On the other hand, love what the cover is doing with the "V" motif here—extending it up to provide space for the tagline, but also using it as a visual representation of the (imagined) gunshot. The whole "V" is like a speech bubble for the gun. A blast bubble.
• I also dig this groovy sixties font.

Best things about this back cover: 

• Interesting continuation of the "V" motif onto the back cover, extending and transforming it here into the top part of an exclamation point, with Helm himself as the emphatic dot!
• Gold Medal mostly didn't bother with the blurbs from "legitimate" press—you sell these books with Great Girl Art (GGA) and author reputation, not critic blurbs—but I guess if the critics love you, you can try to appeal to the eggheads who would otherwise be embarrassed to be seen reading 35c books.
• "A Creature of Sweetness and Havoc" would, I must admit, be a great crime novel title.

Page 123~

I put the phone down. I was looking at Beth, but for some reason I was seeing a long, low, green car—the color is known as British Racing Green—hurtling across the Arizona desert with that fine, wicked sound that you get only from high-class machinery that's really carrying the mail. Barring the true racing cars, the Jaguar is possibly, along with its American counterpart the Corvette, the most ridiculous vehicle made, from the viewpoint of efficient and economical transportation. You've got power enough to move a ten-ton truck attached to a loadspace barely adequate for two men and a small toothbrush. But it's an ego-satisfying machine in every respect [...]

OK, I've never read a Donald Hamilton novel before (that I can recall), but this stretch of prose actually makes me want to. I love an author who'll just do a funny little plot-irrelevant aside like this. Chandler was at his best when he'd let Marlowe do this sort of thing. Gonna throw a Hamilton novel onto the "summer vacation reading" list (already in danger of getting too long)

~RP

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