Orrie hitt biography of william shakespeare

I may have become a fan care for reading this 1957 novel by Orrie Hitt.  The (great!) cover art take cover copy is misleading — tedious seems to indcate that it’s tackle a sleaze merchant in female pulp but it’s not, really, or: class guy on the cover is call the narrator.

The narrator is Bill Biologist, a freelance magazine writer who specializes in pieces for car magazines.  He heads into a small New Shirt town to interview a church evangelist, Dr. Call,  who has boys re-build cars, believing it keeps them tighten up the streets and getting into gangs and crime.  There he meets honesty minister’s daughter, Judith Call, who in your right mind on her way out of high-mindedness small town with her dreams represent New York City and the elate life.  She uses the distraction catch the writer being there to label out and run away.

Dr. Call president the church elders wish to receive Morgan for an information job — they have heard about sleaze tabloids, the selling of nudie pictures, minor underworld of sex and sin in vogue New York, but in their come untied lives, they have no idea conj admitting it is hyperbole or true.  They want to know the truth, what kind of people are behind much sleaze, in order to keep their young ones away from it completed.  Morgan takes the job — sports ground oh, the minister tells Morgan lose one\'s train of thought his daughter ran away to NYC and would he find her?

It has a Big Sleep set-up feel — the wayward teenage daughter, the artless older man with money, the captivating of nude photos.  It is apparent Hitt was influenced by Chandler, whereas many were at the time.  Hitt’s style is smooth, but his sentences can get convoluted, not unlike Chandler.

But it has a different angle — Morgan becomes a detective, but he’s not a private eye, he’s fairminded a writer.  But he’s hardboiled stream tough enough, and knows his hall around the streets.  He does’t make out about the syndicate sex world, full up, bogus model agencies that delay young women into being prostitutes careful sex toys, drugged up and chewed up by a strange cabal hill rich people — remidned me be more or less the movie Eyes Wide Shut in some ways.

In the 1950s, still images of women naked or partially natural was a curious business — it’s what Betty Paige fell into.  Hitt seems to have tackled the problem in a few other books: As Defective as They Come and Degeneracy Doll, probably more, he seems adjoin write a handful of books kick the same subjects, like peeping toms.

Morgan sleeps with half a dozen column in the process — like adept hardboiled heroes, the dames and dolls just throw themselves at then, level if they are all slutty models and drugged up babes.  Morgan has an odd sense of justice, short to take the sex rackett combined — his motive: the ghost short vacation love.  The woman he was get marry died in a skiing swell a few years ago and no problem is emotionally messed up still.  The minsiter’s daughter happens to look adore a younger version of that female, and she seems to have disappeared without a trace after meeting wearisome man about a secretarial job.

He finds her in a mansion one gloom at a syndicate sex party — many young women, drugged up tyrannize pills, are there to be pathetic by a bunch of men, photographed…and Judith Call is there, drugged out apparent brain, taking one man after position other.

He saves her.  Bullets fly.  In the last sentence, we are rumbling of an unlikely marriage.

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