All my life I have spun in a wild tarantella of unappeased longing--from girl to girl to girl. Yet due to an excessive lack of height (often mistaken for lack of manliness or sex-drive), I have always had what some people (also mistaken) call perfect love--all despair and no fulfillment. Still I go on trying...Now this cat is hip. A typical Shulman character. They're all after the same THING. They'd all rather snap in the struggle than face the shame and desolation of failure. If you are a romantic misfit, wipe the dust off your love-life, read Max Shulman, and get with it!

    222 pages of ghouls and ghosties and Things that go Bump in the Night.Contents:The crawling horror / Thorp McClusky --The opener of the way / Robert Bloch --In Amundsen's tent / John Martin Leahy --The thing on the doorstep / H. P. Lovecraft --The hollow man / Thomas Burke --It will grow on you / Donald Wandrei --The hunters from beyond / Clark Ashton Smith --The curse of Yig / Zealia Brown Bishop --The cairn of the headland / Robert E. Howard --The trap / Henry S. Whitehead.

    Originally published in the UK as The Silver Pencil.

    

    He was a stranger, but he brought lust and love, rape and hate to this quiet southern town. He was... the intruder.It was a sleepy southern town with nice folks and good schools. Then the intruder arrived from the North. With him came trouble, fear, and hate so vicious it could turn neighbor against neighbor, child against child, white against black - and destroy them all.

    Lisa, her dearest friend. Lisa, who had urged Lennith Forrester to come to the luxurious mansion of Hillhouse. Lisa, who was in her grave when Lennith arrived.Lennith could not believe what they said about Lisa. Lisa was too vital, too alive, to have died by her own hand as they claimed.Then, by the chill light of the moon, Lennith saw Lisa again -- but not the Lisa she thought she knew. For now Lisa seemed all that was evil, and Lennith was caught in her spell...

    There was a strength about him that was undeniable, a readiness set to explode. Ric was a man well-chosen for the job of saving someone's life, even if it cost him his own. New Mexico was the Last Chance stop on the road - for Ric, for Handsome, for Martin, for Peggy, and for Eve, especially for Eve."

    At nineteen, she gets a job in a law office and winds up marrying the boss’ son, Burt, much to his father's chagrin.Burt tries opening his own law practice office but business is slim enough to make him and Kay struggle to make rent on their high-end apartment.Kay meets a married woman named Iris who tells Kay she secretly works as a call girl for a woman, Mrs. Gordon, who only deals with high-end executive businessmen.With mounting bills, and a sexual appetite scarcely satisfied by her husband Burt, Kay does it. But when she tries to quit, she finds it's not so easy.This is the ultimate in late-50's sleaze-pulp-noir from the master, Orrie Hitt.

    She was looking for something; she wanted something and she would kill to get it. I shivered a little but I couldn't pull my gaze away from her. She looked as though she'd just gotten out of a warm bed and wanted to go back to it with me. But her sleepy eyes, her full mouth and her lush body were lying. In a cold and calculating way she was already planning haw she could-use me to help her escape from the poverty and fifth of her backwoods life."

    She was raped at fifteen and became a professional prostitute at seventeen. She is a dope addict intimately familiar with the dregs of big city life, yet she has struggled to give her illegitimate children a home. She's been inside reform schools and jails - and has taken the cure. But not of them ever did any good. This is her story.

    It was no nightmare; the pains she felt told her that. Why was he doing this to her? Why? Without knowing it she began to scream.

    

    They had the 100 m.p.h. chariots, the crazy drag races, and all the thrill-hungry chicks in the neighborhood. That's why Paul Sanders was ready to do anything to get in with them and drive his own hyped-up bucket of bolts. But what they wanted of him was nothing short of a nightmare!Here's the lawless side of the hot-rod set, as seen by the author of The Fires Of Youth.

    This one's name was Mary Sharpe, & at 17 she still had not been picked. But all around her were filth & depravity & lust & boys intent on possessing her like evil Joe Summer, & that burly Sam. "At seventeen, Mary took lessons in lust. The scalpel sharp pen of the master story teller relates a seething story of life in the slums--of bodies possessed by passion--of wild hate & wilder love raging uncontrolled." A novel taken from today's shocking headlines, rich with thrills & loaded with excitement--probing the evils that fester in every city slum.This work, published in the United States before 1964, fell into the public domain because the copyright was not renewed during the 28th year after publication under the law in effect at that time.

    Hoffmann* The black spider / Jeremias Gotthelf* Brigitta / Adalbert Stifter* Meret / Gottfried Keller* Mozart on his way to Prague / Eduard Mörike

    An informal history of advertising in words and pictures.

    

    the odd ... the perverse!