Showing posts with label Book Happy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Book Happy. Show all posts

one of the sickest books ever written, or fiendishly clever propaganda?


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"She was dirt ... and hungry and cheap and demanding. But it didn't matter. She was all these things, and I know it, but she was much more, too. When she came up to me that first time her mouth making little squirming noises, I knew she was all I ever wanted. She wasn't beautiful, like the movie dolls are beautiful, but she had more of what it takes to be a woman than anyone I had ever seen before. She was pure, raw sex." 
Sin Pit by Paul S. Meskil (Lion Books #98, PBO March 1954) is 127 pages of gut-churning crime intensity, one of the toughest, most twisted, hardboiled police procedural novels you'll ever read. A case more twisted than you'd think Lion Books or any 1954 crime paperback would dare publish. The case concerns what twists into a lesbian S&M whipping case between Grace and the murdered girl Randy. See, it appears Grace's gambler "husband" just liked to 'watch the special goings on in their basement S&M chamber between the two women.'

What marijuana can do - turn a normal person into an abnormal deviate


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"Corrupt literature is doing more today for the disruption of domestic life than any other cause. Elopements; marital intrigues; sly correspondence; fictitious names given at post office windows; clandestine meetings in parks, and at ferry gates, and in hotel parlors; and conjugal perjuries are among the damnable results. There is always something suspicious about a bad book. I never knew an exception something suspicious in the index or style of illustration. This venomous reptile almost always carries a warning rattle. Leprous books! Scout your house to find out whether there are any of these adders coiled on your parlor center table, or coiled amid the toilet set on the dressing table. I adjure you before the sun goes down to explore your family library with an inexorable scrutiny. Remember that the bad book or bad picture may do the work for eternity."

Long John Baldry's cat is alive and has never been nailed to a tree


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Bad Books - One-half of the youth in our prisons and houses of correction started on their evil careers by reading bad books, or at best, worthless novels. These books are the nicotine and alcohol of literature; they poison, and burn, and blast the head and heart as surely as their cousins do the stomach. No one can estimate the amount of crime and lawlessness that is directly traceable to the dime novel and other pernicious literature.

a book could not be censored if it was a serious scientific study


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We are supposed to keep our mouths shut. We are not to give sex away. A boy who knows nothing asks a boy who knows nothing. A girl who knows nothing asks a girl who knows nothing. From nothing nothing comes. Men who have been such boys know nothing. Women who have been such girls know nothing. From nothing nothing comes. They were lost in a wilderness. They existed without living. They took sex as they took whiskey. They breathed an atmosphere of hush. They had got past the ascetics. But they had not got to be men and women. They didn't refuse sex. But though embracing its privileges, they still seemed to regard it as something not to be gloried in. The least said about it the soonest mended. Mothers and fathers would say to children: "You'll know about it soon enough." Teachers would say: "Ask your questions at home." Home would say: "What ever started you thinking about such things?"

how Louis Armstrong almost died from "pasta poisoning."


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books found by chance, on the sidewalk, in someone's trash, or on the floor of a church basement, books found in dingy junk shops for ten cents each or one to two dollars a bag. How can I explain the sense of wonder I experience when perusing a sex "education" book from circa 1900 declaring that masturbation is responsible for overcrowded prisons and mental hospitals? …
He also discusses why North Americans rejected the European bidet as a way to clean the anus after defecation, and says this wouldn't be a bad choice if we were better at wiping ourselves. He cites a study that found that nine percent of male British subjects were not wearing underpants and 44 percent "revealed fecal contamination of their underpants or trousers, ranging from 'wasp-coloured staining' to 'frank massive faeces."' The study's author concluded wryly that many men are "prepared to complain about a tomato sauce stain on a restaurant tablecloth whilst they luxuriate on a plush seat in their faecally-stained pants." In contrast, crooner Tiny Tim once told a reporter he showered after every crap to "avoid stains on the underwear."