Elvis (Albert Goldman)

Howdy Ma’am. Don’t you just wish ya coulda been a simple, hillbilly Southern boy who ate $100 worth of Popsicles in one night? Or an FBI informant who ended up wearing adult nappies (diapers) because of drug-induced incontinence? Or simply a racist red neck with an IQ of 70 who was ashamed of his penis (“Little Elvis“)? Recommended for anyone who wants to know the precise menu of Elvis’s Last Supper – simple but gut-wrenching. Goldman tap dances all over Elvis’ blue suede shoes. These 598 pages outraged Presley’s faithful fans (their creepy devotion is worthy of a book too) back in 1981. I didn’t want to tackle Goldman’s follow up book: Elvis, The Last 24 Hours in case the content became too lavatorial.
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The Love Machine (Jacqueline Susann)

eamstrashy novelslove-machineWould you think something was wrong if you kept shouting out “Mummy! Mummy!” in a German accent every time you tried to sleep or reach orgasm? Maybe a trip to a hypnotic psycho-therapist is in order and we can travel back to when you were five. This extremely tasteless best-seller from 1969 certainly shines. Like a rhinestone in a pit full of manure. The novel deals primarily with the rise and fall of Robin Stone. His psychological problems are straight out of Hitchcock. And he runs through the lives of a good half-dozen women in the course of the book, leaving all of them scarred and mutilated–a couple of them literally so. [Read more…]

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