|Vintage Pulp||Jan 13 2009|
If a thousand monkeys typed on a thousand typewriters for a thousand years, they’d eventually write the collected works of Shakespeare—or they might produce this. R. John Smythe’s fantasy-erotica has very little going for it in the prose department, although we’ll credit him for conceptual creativity. But a bizarre story about swinging spouses—even one populated by mythical creatures, as this one is—is not a reason to buy the book. No, it’s made purchaseworthy by two things. The first is the Robert Bonfils cover art, and the second is the title—Dr. Swapus. Pure. Unadulterated. Genius.