Vintage Pulp | Dec 13 2018 |
He'll choose me in the end. She's a plain old black pepper, whereas I'm more of a savory golden turmeric.
More flavorful goodness from Midwood-Tower, 1964's The Spice of Life by Grant Corgan. Basically it's about four couples who all live in a suburban complex with a shared pool. Two of the group are out of town for work a lot, which leaves the two abandoned spouses—Wick and Adrienne—to start a torrid affair. Another woman in the complex has always wanted Wick, and when she finds out he and Adrienne are secret bedmates things start to get complicated in the neighborhood. Pretty soon, everyone has a sidepiece. The novel is pretty well written, but doesn't have as much heat as we'd like. The cover art, though, is nice. It's uncredited.