Honey in the Flesh
…Naked Before My Captors, The Case of the Half-Wakened Wife, Doctor Death.
Tantalizing titles combined with tawdry cover art lured many people into the world of pulp fiction. The term “pulp fiction” originated from the magazines of the first half of the 20th century which were printed on cheap “pulp” paper and published fantastic, escapist fiction for the general entertainment of the mass audiences. Bigger-than-life heroes, pretty girls, exotic places, strange and mysterious villains all stalked the pages of the many issues available to the general public on the magazine stands. And without television widely available, much of the free time of the working literate class was spent pouring through the pages of the pulps.
Before this month’s Naked Girls Reading, I hadn’t read much pulp. When I thought of pulp fiction I focused a lot more on the cover art…which is FANTASTIC!! While preparing for this event, I not only thoroughly enjoyed the artwork, but also the amazingly quirky synopsis that was on the back of each book I looked at. I could have probably spent the entire event reading the backs of 30 or so books. Of course, that didn’t happen. I am, however, going to indulge in that fantasy now! Enjoy!!
“They called her a “tramp” – but there wasn’t a man in the small fishing village whom luscious Brenda Seton couldn’t hook – if she wanted that kind of love. But passion for a profit was the goal of the gorgeous temptress. When ready cash was flashed, Brenda was ready, willing – and able – to please, until she found that love can be priceless!”
“Only Love Was Allowed — Luxuries were few on the little dead-end street in Florence, living was tough and the police and the fascists were always checking up on any spontaneous expressions of enthusiasm… Nevertheless, life went on, people fell in love, got married, had babies, were unfaithful to their wives and husbands. Love was the only thing not rationed…”
“Sin combo…Take a 47″ blonde with wanton eyes and a body that would have melted a metal monkey…and a two-bit con man who had more brass than a strip-show band. Put them together with a red-headed stripper and you get an orgy in the rough…”
“Can a woman desire and recoil from a man at the same time? Bruce Ransom made Tamar Brooks feel so burningly alive, so drunk with love, she could deny him nothing. She forgot that she intended to set her cap for wealthy Charles Putnam, forgot all her plans! Yet even in the throes of passion with Bruce, Tamar’s soul was in torment. Unable to shake off the virus in her blood, Tamar finally married the young artist. After which she spent her days posing for him in his luxurious housekeeping studio, and the nights in a shabby furnished room, which he often deserted to keep rendezvouz with other women in his ‘working quarters’”
“Les Carver on his way home from Guadalcanal and the fighting fronts, believed he was coming back to the simple little plump girl he promised to marry. What a surprise to find Paula, his fiancee, a stream lined beauty whose sensuous figure lured men like the moth to the flame and what a shock to find his sister Caroline whom he had always set up as a perfect ideal for women to emulate, addicted to dope and a den of thieves. Les plunged into this maelstrom and was irresistibly drawn into a whirlpool of drink, debauchery, wild sex orgies, and planned robbery.”