In any life, there are moments that stand out in our memories, months, years, even decades later. Some of those moments coincide with peaks and others with troughs in the general biorhythm that follows the progression of our lives.
A stand-out memory for me is a book I once acquired. I’d have been around fourteen when I discovered ‘Lesbo Nympho‘. I found it abandoned in the middle of a pile of dog-eared paperbacks, half-forgotten in the musty corner of a second-hand shop. Somehow, I managed to get it under the shop assistant’s nose, cunningly sandwiched between two James Bond novels. Looking back, I’m not sure that she wouldn’t have exchanged it for the sweaty coins clutched in my palm, even if she had realised what its contents were. I didn’t want to take the chance though.
Transaction completed, I walked home as though I were being followed by the Devil, the two Fleming books in my hand, and the copy of Lesbo Nympho secreted inside my shirt. When I reached the relative sanctity of my bedroom, the tatty book was quickly stuffed away at the back of the book cupboard, only to be brought out when the house was silent, and the text could be read by torchlight beneath quivering bed covers.
If memory serves, it wasn’t a brilliant novel. Passable, but nothing more. 60’s pulp fiction for the amorously inclined. Of course, I can afford to look back critically now, but at fourteen, I wasn’t nearly so fussy.
It had a somewhat racy cover; a tasteful and rather erotic rendering in water colour that (I now know) guaranteed that the words inside the cover could never live up to the artist’s billing. As I recall, it was the tale of a woman who was in love with one man, but ended up sleeping with several others (including one who was gay), and another woman, before finally finding her way back to her true love. It was explicit without using any especially explicit language, but it had some scenes that quickened my pulse, and sent my mind racing up (or down, depending on your perspective) the spiral of sexual imagination that has ultimately brought me here.
It’s a long time since I read that book. I think I lent it to a friend at college (English literature studies, don’t you know?), never got it back, forgot about it and never gave it a second thought for over twenty years. Right up until last week. I was using ‘Stumble’ to bounce around a variety of erotic art sites, and there it was. A whole collection of paperback artwork from similarly-themed fiction. And in the midst of all those covers was one I recognised: Lesbo Nympho by Mark Moody. I couldn’t have given you the first clue as to what it looked like before that moment, but the instant I saw it, it was as though it had never been out of my possession. I remembered the great headline (’Men or women … it didn’t matter … she had to have someone to satisfy her unnatural craving!’) the tagline (’She practiced her warped desires on willing bodies of restless wives in a sex crazed suburb of sin’) and most importantly, the seductive siren viewed through a keyhole, a semi-naked vixen with a knowing glance, Cleopatra-dark curls and a taste in lingerie that I’ve possessed ever since.
Looking through those masterfully alluring covers, I came to the same conclusion that the person who’d compiled the collection had: that there was no way the text could ever live up to the promise of that artwork.
And that started me thinking.
What if you could look at one of those covers, and from it, draw the inspiration to craft a micro tale of sensual abandon and stolen pleasure?
What if you could make it so that the text did live up to the promise?
Stay tuned.
Postscript - 11 June 2007
You can read the first of the Pulp Sex series - The Third Lust - right here.
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What a wonderful world it would be if the text did live up to the promise! OH MY !! What a wonderful idea.
OH I’m staying tuned, all right ~~ such a tease line as that will keep me glued to your site.
I hope that I’ll be able to reward your patience, Lea…
~EA
Sometimes when I see covers like that, I assume that they’re only there because nothing else will sell the book they encompass lol. As a result, I tend to go for more conservative looking books.
Websites, on the other hand…….
Well, here’s hoping that in the future, a blend of alluring cover art and website may deliver something a little more fulfilling…
~EA
On the edge of my seat…
Really? Or is that the teeniest hint of sarcasm, Fille?
~EA
Didn’t Spielberg acquire the films rights to Lesbian Nymphos? Does anyone know what happened to that project?
LFM - we all know why you have to sit on the edge of your seat, don’t we.
I think Spielberg handed Lesbo Nympho off to Robert Zemeckis to develop. Spielberg wanted to have time to work on Indy 4, and his adaptation of “Do You Suck As Well As Fuck? Totally Sexed Up Tales of J. Edgar Hoover’s America”…
~EA
Love those covers…
See - you think you’ve gone and created something original, and then it turns out it’s anything but original at all. Ah well. The world’s going to get ‘Pulp Sex’ whether it likes it or not…
~EA
No sarcasm, EA… when you say to stay tuned, that is what I do… on the edge of my seat, since I know that I will be well rewarded with your next instalment (and clearly The Man believes I must sit on the edge — I can’t imagine why he believes that I can’t sit all the way back in the chair).
I can’t imagine why he thinks you need to sit on the edge either, Fille - and thanks for the ‘no sarcasm’ vote…
~EA