Movie reviews will be returning shortly, as soon as I get a spare five minutes to finish some of ‘em, but in the meantime - I call another paperback week! At least I’ve got some good ammunition at the moment, beginning with this little beauty.
It always creeps me out a bit when the blurb on smut paperbacks addresses the audience as “you guys” or “you men” etc, taking it for granted that their readership are sub-normal brutes, but this one takes things to a whole other level of creepiness - it sounds like a child-molester hassling to a little boy. And then that freakin’ arrow! Jeez! For the record, “Honey Blood” features no, uh, ‘forbidden world’ content, so I don’t know where they were going with that one.
Good grief.
If not quite the Russ Meyer-meets-Herschell Gordon Lewis fever dream the cover might imply, “Honey Blood” is still pretty rough stuff for 1961, telling a blunt tale of hillbilly thuggery with admirable brevity. Our protagonist is Coker, who has the hots for an assemblage of throbbing body parts named Honey. Honey’s sole personality trait is her love for Junza. Junza is a crazy, murderin’ psychopath who has just escaped from the big house, chained to Coker’s innocent brother Jamie. The above extract clues you in nicely re: where that’s all heading.
Not exactly a story for the ages, but what a cover, huh?
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That arrow pointing to the trouser, and the blurb repeating "big" "big" "big"...
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