Merit, Chicago, n.d.
price: 60c; 160 pages
The blurb on the back:
‘I’m not normal, you know … I don’t have the usual emotions. Never have. Guess I’m just a sex-pot. The doctors have a name for it!’
This story should have a sound track. If I knew music I’d write a score, an arrangement of violent overtones and tumbling scales of mad half-notes. Incidental music to a nightmare, with lots of frenzied flutes and perverse strings. Panic in counter-point, a diapason of death.
Nice opening paragraph, great self-contradictory strap-line, fabulous cover photo... er, that's it.
ARTISTIC MERIT: 1/5
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE: 1/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT: 3/5