Zodiac Books Inc, New York, 1962
(price: 50 cents)
The blurb on the back:
Then came the plane crash and Jed found himself saddled with five survivors - three spiritless men and two lush, provocative women, all depending on him to save them.
At first he would allow nothing to stand in the way of his crusade against the Communists. To kill was all that was important. Then he learned that each human must give to the limits of his capacity; that the strong must help the weak; and that every being was entitled to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Jed Reed stopped short. Ellen Banning, completely nude, stood in waist-deep water, stretching her arms over her head. Then she walked out, toweled herself and slipped into a robe before she realized he had been watching her.
She walked toward him and sneered, "So we have a Peeping Tom."
"Look, Mrs Banning," he said, ignoring her accusation, "I assumed you would have intelligence enough not to leave the schooner in the daytime. Do you know what would have happened if a Commie had come along and seen you?"
"You tell me," she teased.
"You would have been raped instantly," he said.
"But not by you?" she mocked him.
"Not by me," he assured her.
She taunted him with her eyes, musing, That's what you think, Buster. You don't know how ripe you are.
It's terrible, of course, almost impossible not to put down, but it was published in 1962, which must place it amongst the very first exploitation novels to cash in on the Vietnam War. And that's got to be worth something, surely? Isn't it?
ARTISTIC MERIT: 1/5
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 1/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 5/5