Archive for October, 2009

Hitting the Right Quote

Posted in Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, sleazecore, vintage sleaze books with tags on October 30, 2009 by orriehittfan

Hitt - Torrid Wench 2“I like women. I like the things they do for me. What I don’t like is when they want me to keep on doing it, after I’m through with them. Like Linda who thought she owned me because she was going to have a baby. My baby. Like Sandy. Who told me I had been the first and expected me to love her because she loved me. Like Alice. Who wanted me to stay away from all other women. Because she was my wife.” —As Bad As They Come (1959)

“When you try to forget a woman you turn to booze or another woman. My choice that night was both.” —Affair with Lucy (1959)

“She looked up and smiled with $10 a night eyes.” —Two of a Kind (1960)

“The next day was the same as almost any other.” — Beautiful Tramp (1972) aka Lucy (1961).

Ladies Man (Beacon, 1957; Softcover Library, 1968)

Posted in Beacon Books, Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, sleazecore, vintage sleaze books with tags , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2009 by orriehittfan

HITT - LADIES MAN

Nicky Weaver, the narrator of Hitt’s first novel, I’ll Call Every Monday, (read Frank Loose’s excellent insightful comments on that book on James Reasoner’s blog)returns in Ladies’ Man, except the story here in told in third person, not first as in Monday.

This is the same Nicky Weaver — there are references to the events in Monday, which has made him weary of women; the lady he winds up “happily ever after” with at the end of Monday…well, that didn’t seem to last. She cheated on him with some hired help and he lost the $11,000 investment he made in the possible summer resort they planned.

There’s also reference to another woman, another sour relationship, that makes me wonder if Nicky Weaver is in some other novel I haven’t read yet.

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Women’s Ward (Softcover Library, 1966)

Posted in Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, sleazecore, vintage sleaze books with tags , , on October 28, 2009 by orriehittfan

Hitt - Women's Ward

I wanted to like this one. I started off liking this one, until half-way through and then it unraveled and didn’t seem at all plausible — granted that any Hitt (or sleaze) novel is possible.

First, the cover is quite misleading, with the sultry incarcerated woman, and if this might a nympho-sex-nightmare romp in prison or an institution.

There is a woman institutionalized for mania — a bit of a loose canon wild gal who has been placed in the hospital’s crazy bin by her sister and brother-in-law, who happens to be a doctor there.

The narrator is a tall tough Hitt hero working part-time as a night orderly, and day as a radio DJ on a small station. He falls asleep at the console and is fired — the radio job angle is never fully developed.  Radio guys appear now and then in Hitt’s books because he worked radio himself, but so little information is given that we wonder why — the ins and outs of a radio seems more interesting that life of an orderly, or maybe not…

Orderlies can fool around with female inmates. Or the wives of doctors, as out hero soons discoveres, while he has a girlfriend out there who keeps pressuring him to get a stable job at the local factory so they can get married.

But it’s the usual juggling three women, except one of them is emotionally unstable and one mentally unstable — which sister really belongs in the cuckoo’s nest?  And how crazy is the girl who wants to marry a going- nowhere heel like out hero?

Written toward the downward turn of Hitt’s career, post-1965…the sexual situations are a little more involved since the censors were not breathing down publisher’s backs as much…

On the Hitt Scale: C+.

Add Flesh to the Fire (Beacon, 1959)

Posted in Beacon Books, Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, sleazecore, vintage sleaze books with tags , , , , , , , on October 26, 2009 by orriehittfan

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Here we have ol’ Orrie doing his Hemingway kick: a story of Cuban gun running and an existential boat bum that’s a cross between Harry Morgan from To Have and Have Not and the narrator in Gil Brewer’s The Three-Way Split. Toss in three women, lots of booze and sex, and a double-cross con game, and we have Hitt in new territory: the Florida Keys and a boat dock.

All the crime stuff is behind the scenes, the way a low-budget movie would be set up: they talk about guns and the revolution, but we never really see the shipment of guns or any action on Cuba.  The gun runs were “last night.”  Hitt focuces on charater and dialogue.

Clint Walker is a lazy boat owner who takes out parties just enough to pay his slip rent and buy booze  He’s still shell-shocked from the double-cross of his wife, Rose: two years ago she took off with his own brother and cleaned him out.  He doesn’t trust women.

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Female Doctor (New Chariot Library, 1961)

Posted in Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, sleazecore, vintage sleaze books with tags , , , , , , , , on October 26, 2009 by orriehittfan

Hitt - Female Doc

Surprised that our ol’ buddy Orrie didn’t publish this one under his Kay Addams pen name. It’s about a lesbian doctor, a woman’s doctor, a doctor who is a Hitt man with a vagina…sorta…she’s not six foot three and 190 pounds…

Dr. Jane. She lesbianisn is a guarded secret, and she lusts after many of her patients. She is lonely in the small upper NY state town where she practices.  One male friend, who loaned her $18K to open her office, pines for her madly but she keeps him at arm’s length…

Her 17-year-old recpetionist is having trouble at home so Jane offers her apartment — they sleep in the same bed. Jane dares not make a move on the girl, but she likes having the girl in bed next to her.

She makes the mistake with a patient she thinks she could be gay. The woman has had bad experiences with men. One night Jane takes her out drinking and then seduces her…the next day the patient is freaked out and decides to blackmail jane: pay up, or be exposed and have your business ruined.  First it’s a few hundred dollars, then 500, then a grand…soon Jane’s bank account is depleted and she no longer cares.

When her male friend — now dating her receptionist — finds out Jane is gay, he knows why she has been turning down.  he disons her and calls in the loan note.

Jane is backed up against a wall with nowhere to turn — the note, the blackmail, an instaiable urge for vagina…until she meets a certain man, a succesful used car salesman, who makes her trust men again…see, she was raped twice, as a teen and in college by a boy she tought loved her…she doesn’t think any men are good until she meets a good one…

Not bad. Somewhat slow at first.  The best parts may be when Hitt slips in some politics — at times Jane muses on how the government should spend tax money on universal health care instead of bombs…topical then and now, it seems.  Jane, despite her lack of ethics in some matters, refuses to perform abortions because she is pro-life and believes the babies can be adopted by good families.

The novel also comments on alcoholism.  Jane, like many Hitt heroes and heroines, is a lush, her favorite neat Scoth.  She loses a patient in the OR at the hospital and she’s had a few before going in — this almost gets her expelled from the hispital and losing her license.  She knows she has a drinkling problem and tries to fight it.  Perhaps the love of a good man will suffice for the urges of booze and pussy?

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A Doctor and His Mistress (Midwood #38, 1960)

Posted in Orrie Hitt, pulp fiction, sleazecore, vintage sleaze books with tags on October 24, 2009 by orriehittfan

Hitt - Dr and his Mistress

Something a tad different from ol’ Orrest — a subtle tale of doctorin’ and lovin’. Oh, some of the usual Hitt elements are here — the bad marriage, the affairs, the insurance grab if the wife dies.

Dr. Sam Pritchard is a successful small town general practitioner who is not exactly all that ethical — he sleeps with female patients when he can. In fact, one married woman whose husband can’t seem to knock her up is seeing Sam three times a week in order for him to inseminate her not by tube but by penis.

He’s married to Ruth and it’s a horrble marriage and he’s not sure why he did it. Ruth lounges around the house all day and has lesbian sex with their hot $200/month live-in maid. Sam has no idea of this, and that Ruth has slept with their other maids. She also has sex with gardeners, lawn boys, pool boys…Sam could care less what she does, as he he sleeps with a variety of women, none whom he cares for, until he meets and hires Sally.

The chapter of Ruth’s past reads like a collection of victimized Hitt women from his other books: sprouts a body at 15, is raped by father’s business partner at 16 and forced to keep up the affair, and then gets pregnant; gets abortion and is disowned by parents; moves to New York and starts to dance and hook; hates men and finds love in the arms of women; marries rich doctor for a better life…

Sally is young busty farm gal in a hopeless marriage. She leaves her hubby and seeks work, answering Sam’s ad for a receptionist. He hires her immediately because he’s drawn to her and wants her. Within a few weeks they are having an affair and a month later he moves her from the rooming house to a $150/month nice apartment.

Their plan: Sally will divorce her husband and Sam will divorce Ruth…but Ruth won’t agree to a divorce, so Sam plots how to kill her, to rid her and collect the $150,000 life insurance, double indemnity if it’s an accident. He’s less interested in the cash and more interested in being free so he can marry Sally…

But something dark in Sally comes out…her inner whore, the excitement of meeting men in bars and having them pay for sex…

…and Sam finds out his wife is bi-sexual…

All in all, a good and subtle book but not Hitt’s best, and not on par with his other Midwoods. But it’s a good companion to his lesbian novel, Female Doctor…

The Cheaters (Midwood, 1960)

Posted in Uncategorized on October 21, 2009 by orriehittfan

Hitt - Cheaters

On a scale of 1-10, The Cheaters is an 11.  This, dear readers, is Mr. Orrest Hitt at his finest hour (or week, as he penned them fast).

To top off an excellent novel is an equally excellent cover image by Mr. Paul Rader at his erotically finest. Look at how the man touches her, and look at her facial response…juices are oozing, baby…

This is a novel of top notch crime noir and Hitt could have easily sold this to Gold Medal instead.  There is surprisingly little sex in it for a Midwood, and focuses more on dirty cops and a working schmoe trying to make a buck among the drunks and hookers.

Clint and Amy have left their going-nowhere farm life realities and moved into a port town, have a room, and are trying to survive, $10 between the two of them left.  She gets a job in a diner during the days and he gets a night bartender job in an area called The Dells, the slum zone of town where one goes for booze, heroin, and whores.  They hardly see each other but they are making money.

Clint is your usual Hitt hero: over six feet tall, 190 pounds, tough and all muscle, and good-looking.  The owner of the bar, a man in his 50s, is married to a younger bombshell in her 20s, Debbie.  Of course, something sparks up between the two, and of course, she wants to find a way to knock off her husband and get all his investment and insurance policy money.

This book has a true villain, a nemesis for our hero, an element usually not in Hitt’s books where everthing is not so black and white.  Red Brandon is a police detective assigned to The Dells but works more as pimp and mob man than cop.  He collects payments from all the porstitutes, clubs, bars, drug pushers — anyone who makes a buck in The Dells, he makes sure he gets his cut.  If someone does not cooperate, Brandon will frame them for a crime, beat them up, or kill them and toss them into the ocean.

Clint finds out just how hard the squeeze his when he takes over ownership of the bar, making payments from the profits.  Soon the cop squeezes him for $100 a week for the booze, some for the girls who work the bar, and he gets money from the girls too, with an extra payment in sex.  They all say he’s a pig and can’t stand sex with him.

Brandon is after Debbie but she voids him.  When he finds out Clint is sneaking off with her, he warns Clint away but Clint has s smart mouth; so Brandon cuts Clint’s face up, leaving scars so his handsome visage is no longer so handsome.  Clint decides he will exact revenge on the cop one day, but he has to be careful because the dirty cop could frame him so that he spends 20 years or more behind bars.

At this point Clint has abandoned Amy, who is pregnant, because he wnats Debbie, so he doesn’t seem like such a good guy after all, hypnotized by a pair of size 40 boobs, blonde hair, and a red hot snatch. But this happens to the best of Hitt heroes, they get sucked up in the fanatsy of a woman…this is something in fiction that the feminists detest: women’s seuality reslting in the downfall of a man. (My ex- used to nag on me for having that in my fiction a lot: “the pussy does not always mean a man’s downward spiral.”  Oh yeah?)

Of course, Debbie has been settng up Clint as a patsy, working in cahoots with Red Brandon — this one is not so obvious and we’re taken for a loop here. And for al his tough guy talk, at the pivital moment Clint loses his bravery to kill Brandon and set up Debbie’s husband for the crime.

We do see the bad guy get his — Brandon’s crimes are brought to light and he’s arrested, and Clint, repenting from the errors of his ways, his vile sins, goes back to pregnant Amy.

The prose is far more terse than usual Hitt, on par with Hired Lover — perhaps Hitt had a good editor at Midwood (Elaine Willism?) who trimmed the fat and reptition found in some Hitt books.

If there is to ever be a Orrie Hitt omnibus — and I am working on this to be so — The Cheaters is a definite contender for inclusion.