Introducing: The Big Box Of Old Paperbacks Book Club

Introducing: The Big Box Of Old Paperbacks Book Club

Last summer, while shopping at a Half Price Books And Records location in Chicago, I came across something I didn't know I needed until I saw it. After perusing the recent arrivals, I made my way to the less heavily trafficked back of the store where, next to stacks of back issues of Good Housekeeping I found a big, narrow box wrapped in plastic. It contained over 75 old paperbacks published between the '60s and '80s, all of it genre fiction, most of it science fiction. I had to have it, and at the price of $35, I somehow couldn't afford not to buy it.

I also gave myself the project of reading the entire box. And after neglecting that project for a while, I decided to revive it here. The box is a weird mixture of well-known books (some Heinlein, every original James Bond novel) and the completely ephemeral (x-rated sci-fi, novelizations of old Avengers episodes, etc.) At the very least it should be an interesting time capsule and a chance for me to catch up on some classic, and not-so-classic, genre fiction I've never read.

And maybe you, too. I can't promise a Nathan Rabin-esque, "My Year Of Flops"-style pace but my plan is to post about a book about once a week. With the exception of this initial post (which I don't think anyone will have on hand anyway), I'll be announcing the next book in the series at the end of each post. Read along, if you'd like. Think of it as a really low-budget version of Oprah's Book Club dictated by the whims of a bookstore clerk hoping to clear out some yellowing overstock. I don't really have an agenda here beyond reading a bunch of old paperbacks that caught my eye but maybe we'll learn something in the process.

Without further ado, here's the first entry in the series

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The Big Box Of Old Paperbacks Book Club: The Flagellator, by Carter Brown (1969)

The cover to my edition of Carter Brown's The Flagellator boasts that there are "over 50,000,000 Carter Brown Books in print!" That may be an exaggeration, but apparently it's not an outrageous exaggeration. At the very least, Brown wrote a lot of books. Other Carter Brown books you might enjoy:

Catch Me A Phoenix Donovan The Deadly Kitten Had I But Groaned Nude With A View Chinese Donovan W.H.O.R.E. and So What Killed The Vampire

Oh, why stop there. There's also Night Wheeler,The Pipes Are Calling, The Dame, The Corpse, The Desire, and on, and on, and on.

Never heard of Carter Brown? Me neither. But apparently he sold a lot of books, many of which can now be acquired for $1.49 or less at Amazon. Who was Carter Brown? According to this site, Carter Brown was a pseudonym for Alan G. Yates, who also wrote as Tex Conrad and Caroline Farr. Yates was born in England and moved to Australia after the war but set all his tales in America, a place he knew best from movies and other writers. Based on The Flagellator, which appeared in 1969 between Die Anytime, After Tuesday! and Murder Is The Message, he passes for Yank pretty well, apart from his use of the word "cheaters" when he means sunglasses.

The novel concerns the adventures of Rick Holman, a well-compensated Los Angeles private eye hired to look into the near-death of a faded Hollywood star on the verge of a comeback. The cast of characters includes a nymphomaniacal secretary, the star's highly sexed assistant, a lecherous producer with a teen-fixation, and a pair of sociopaths. The eponymous "flagellator," a hot-tempered director (named Altman, no less), is actually one of the novel's duller characters. ("He uses his tongue instead of a whip... After a while people working for him wish he'd use a whip--–it would be a hell of a lot less painful.")

The story is fairly inventive, even if the characters don't really behave much like humans. Brown has a workmanlike prose style that occasionally finds a clever turn of phrase or poetic passage. On the star's downward career slope:

"So he signed her up to a penny-ante contract and brought her to Hollywood as just another cute fresh-faced kid with no discernible talent. For the next couple of years, he kept her happy with small parts in two bit movies that went nowhere except the desert wastes of late-night television."

"I guess it reassures them to know they're still alive," I volunteered helpfully. "No one's ever dead as long as there's late-night movies on television."

Brown's also quite enthusiastic about sex. A woman doesn't enter or leave a room without his hero noting and commenting, sometimes aloud, on her breasts and buttocks. I can't decide if this is sensationalistic or just a too-honest depiction of the male psyche. The big sex scene is explicit and a little clumsy. (Does anyone find the words "boobs" and "vagina" sexy?) I'm also guessing it appears at pretty much the same point it appears in other Brown novels

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Not that I'm burning to find out, although I wouldn't call The Flagellator an unpleasant read. Or a pleasant one. It's a read. I got through its 140 pages in about 90 minutes, not because I couldn't put it down, but because there was no compelling reason not to keep reading.

One definite disappointment, I must have a later, '70s-era printing, hence the lousy cover. The original paperback cover looked like this:

But at least I did get a version with a cigarette ad inserted at the halfway point, presumably because that's a fine point to take a break and enjoy a smoke.

Next up in the Big Box Of Old Paperbacks Book Club: Casino Royale, by Ian Fleming.