Showing posts with label Jeb Stuart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeb Stuart. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Paperback 614: The Ordeal of Private Heath / Jeb Stuart (Pyramid 106)

Paperback 614: Pyramid Books 116 (1st ptg, 1953)

Title: The Ordeal of Private Heath
Author: Jeb Stuart
Cover artist: [Julian Paul]

Yours for: $11

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Best things about this cover:
  • "Your knees ... I can't hear anything ... I CAN'T HEAR ANYTHING!!!"
  • Knee fetishism—truly "the gravest sin"!
  • He likes it when you rub his head and tickle his underarm.
  • I love her expression. "O, look at the spotlights. Why can't I be out at a movie premiere instead of stuck in this dank apartment grooming my shell-shocked boyfriend? I should've married that Bill Rivers when I had the chance."
  • I also love the way she is lit. Gives the painting the feeling of a religious tableau — from one of the sillier Bible stories, perhaps.

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Best things about this back cover:
  • The front cover suggested it, the back cover suggests it more strongly, and a very quick perusal of contents of the book confirms it—"less than a man" = "queer."
  • How many years had gone by since the publication of "A Farewell to Arms" and how bad were the war novels in that period?
  • Interior blurb from James Michener. Also, the Binghamton Press. So, you know ... heavy hitters.
  • "If you dislike stark realism, this book is not for you"—actual warning printed opposite title page. Heart of Starkness!
  • The Louisville Courier-Journal says "Will be compared with The Naked and the Dead"; I'm guessing the publishers left off the "... and found wanting" part.

Page 123~
"You looked like a lion," she said.
"A lion," he said dryly, humorlessly. "A sad-looking lion indeed."
"An unhappy lion," she answered, getting up from the floor and seating herself beside him, touching his cheek, saying, "I will not ask questions."

A woman who knows her lions and stays out of your business. Sexy!

~RP

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