Vintage Pulp | Sep 1 2018 |
Mmm... rack of lamb with garlic and rosemary, right?
Golden Lust actually sounds more like a Chinese restaurant than a French one, but since this paperback came from France Books we had to go French with both our header and our menu item. Remember to brush after meals so all your kisses are minty fresh. Author Adam Coulter was the name behind sleaze efforts like Big Mama, Lesbian Captive, Rape of Eden, and Couch of Desire, which we highlighted a while back. We say name behind because Coulter was a pseudonym, used in this case by James T. Smith. Golden Lust is copyright 1962, with cover art by unknown.
Vintage Pulp | Jul 9 2016 |
Getting what you want is all in how you ask.
It seems as if no genre of literature features more characters in complete submission to others than mid-century sleaze. And how do these hapless supplicants express their desperation? They break out the kneepads. Above and below are assorted paperback covers of characters making pleas, seeking sympathy, and professing undying devotion. Though some of these folks are likely making the desired impression on their betters, most are being ignored, denied, or generally dumptrucked. You know, psychologists and serial daters say a clean break is best for all involved, so next time you need to go Lili St. Cyr on someone try this line: “I've decided I hate your face now.” That should get the job done. Art is by Harry Barton, Barye Philips, Paul Rader, et al.
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Vintage Pulp | May 24 2016 |
Well, Freud teaches us that the urge to sexually gratify older authority figures isn't necessarily a bad thing.
We really like these psychotherapy sleaze covers. There are quite a few out there, probably enough for a collective post of them, but today we'll just go with one—Adam Coulter's 1965 sleazer Couch of Desire, about a psychologist who has a sexually disinterested wife, and several sexually interested female patients. You know the drill. Just lay back, close your eyes, and you'll start feeling very, very... creepy.