Good ol’ Orrie gets metafictional here with these two related titles from Novel Books, both short, c. 40,000 words in large roomy type font. asically, these are memoirs of a 24-year-old female writer, Kay Addams, as “told to” Orrir Hitt, because she doesn’t like to type on a typewriter.
She typed her first novel (title never given) but the next three she hired a young redhead reporter, Ann, to type from a dictation machine — she also has a sexual tryst with Ann, and when she decides to no longer be a lesbian, Ann sliced her flesh up with a razor so no man would ever lust for body.
Kay, it seems, has a 42 inch bust, 19 inch waist, and 36 inch hips, as apparent from the woman on the cover, I suppose.
Not sure what the true title of this book is — on the cover it’s The Secret Perversions of Kay Addams by Kay Addams as Told to Orrie Hitt, but the spine and inside page has: Autobiography of Kay Addams.
Orrie Hitt is a character in both books, and he makes fun of himself. Kay does not find him attractive, and she’s annoyed that he was so cheap that he called her collect. Upon meeting Orrie,
my first reaction when I opened the door was one of disappointment. Somehow I expected a big man but he was only average height, with a high forehead and brown hair that was beginning to thin out to the point of becoming nothing. Some might say he was stocky but I was inclined to beieve that he was heavier than he should be. His face was far from being handsome, but when he smiled there was an inner warmth about him that seemed to reach out and grip me […] Maybe I was a little nervous in his presence. Certainly he was a far more productive novelist than I dreamed of ever being and he had been established much longer. Still, I had my own following and I made a decent living.
Orrie Hitt : The Shabby Shakespeare of Vintage Sleazecore 