Showing posts with label George Simon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label George Simon. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Paperback 800 (!!): Monica / George Simon (Chariot Books CB176)

Paperback 800: Chariot Books CB176 (PBO, 1961)

Title: Monica
Author: George Simon
Cover artist: Uncredited

Yours for: $21

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Best things about this cover:

  • "Joe Came to Sell Storm Windows…" Erotic!
  • The editor in me wants to remove the absurdly redundant "Blasting" and then put scare quotes around "Love."
  • I assume this is a portrait of Monica as viewed through one of Joe's grimy storm windows. Erotic!
  • Seriously, it's like the artist did a rather nice painting and then got drunk and angry and depressed and just wrecked the thing with a really shitty eraser.
  • The em dashes are slaying me. It's like a bunch of false starts instead of a list of Exciting! Adjectives!
  • What did he "give" them? Backrubs? Advice? Chickenpox? … oh … OH! … I think it's sex.


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Best things about this back cover:

  • SALESMEN BEWARE … sexy ladies might offer themselves to you and then writhe in pleasure … it's horrible.
  • SALESMEN BEWARE … some ladies can remove their heads and then underneath they are lizard creatures who won't buy any of your storm windows … it's horrible.
  • That "bikini" is, without a doubt, drawn on. Scribbled, more like. And not by a reader. Like … it came that way. That is some pretty low-rent design right there.
  • Uh … fear hand? Sure, fear hand. Close enough.


Page 123~

When her purse fell off the night table its contents scattered on the floor. In addition to the usual feminine gear, there was a roll of bills as big as a pound of butter, half a dozen snaps of nude ladies, and [a] .32 snub-nosed automatic. Dear little Monica …

First, I am enjoying imagining "the usual feminine gear," which in my mind includes brass knuckles and a vibrator. And second, I can't wait to use the "pound of butter" analogy in conversation and have people stare at me blankly. Me, after a pause: "FOUR STICKS!" Them: "Ah … yes ... OK. Got it. My, that *is* a large vibrator."

~RP

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