Book Review: The Vengeance by Robert C. Sloane

Book Review: 'The Vengeance' by Robert C. Sloane

1 / 5 Stars

'The Vengeance' (247 pp.) was published by Crown in 1983. This is the sequel to the 1981 horror novel 'A Nice Place to Live.'

 

[ My review of 'Nice Place' is here.]

 

As 'Vengeance' opens, we learn that Hyrmgar and Thagnar, the brother and sister trolls featured in 'Nice Place,' are quite upset about the deaths of their mother and brother at the hands of Nick and Christine Martino. The eponymous Vengeance is of course aimed at the Martinos.  

 

Unaware of the trolls, and hoping to put the horrors of what happened in Mill Harbor, Long Island, behind them,  Nick, Christine, and their son Joey have started a new life as restauranteurs in the skiing destination of Torchester, Vermont. But through various unpleasantries the trolls discover where their quarry has relocated, and begin a cat-and-mouse game of terrorizing the Martinos before administering a final, brutal death by dismemberment, with a special sauce of rape and mutilation beforehand !

 

As sequels go, 'The Vengeance' is dire. I had to struggle to finish it.

 

Author Sloane keeps the trolls off-stage for most of the narrative, preferring to have the Martinos deal with all manner of domestic crises, as well as confronting Kyle Thorne, the chairman of the Mountaincrest condo association, who schemes to allow developer Baxtor Cabot to erect a hotel at the base of the Mad Mountain ski resort. Such a structure might imperil the community's water supply, but the mercenary Thorne has dollar signs in his eyes. Then there's a sub-plot in which Joey gradually is brainwashed into adopting the troll mentality - ?!

 

Along with a plodding, padded narrative, the reader has to deal with sparkling dialogue passages such as this:

 

...Christine spoke softly.

 

"I have good new for you, Daddy, and I have bad news."

 

"Tell me, my zucchini. I'm all ears."

 

"How sexually unfortunate for me. However. First the bad news. I can not get Henrietta to go home these afternoons to take care of Joey. We haven't got a sitter, we have a career woman." 

 

"I know, I know. She fired me yesterday and I own the place. I cut the cheesecake too large. The woman is out of control." 

 

More than once while reading 'Vengeance,' I suspected author Sloane was being facetious with this novel.......

 

The climactic battle with the trolls doesn't come until page 222, and is accompanied by pages of "Bwa-Ha-HAA !" dialogue, as the trolls sit and detail the horrors they will visit on the apprehensive Martinos.  

 

Summing up, if you've read 'A Nice Place to Live' then you've gotten the better installment of Sloane's troll franchise. Staying away from 'The Vengeance' will help maintain your appreciation for Paperbacks from Hell......  

Fall 2026 is Spooky Stories Season at the PorPor Books Blog

Fall 2026 is SPOOKY STORIES SEASON at the PorPor Books Blog

October is here, and that means it's Spooky Stories Season here at the PorPor Books Blog. For the next couple of months we'll be taking a look at horror fiction and nonfiction, at novels and anthologies, all centered on the 'macabre.' Look for murderous trolls......subway stations to nowhere.....the triumph of the Old Ones.........and some late 80s, Paperbacks from Hell-vintage stories from the bigger names in the genre. And some other stuff, too. All this Fall, at the PorPor Books Blog !!

Book Review: The Guv'nor: The Autobiography of Lenny McLean

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Book Review: 'The Guv'nor: The Autobiography of Lenny McLean'

5 / 5 Stars

'The Guv'nor' first was published in the UK in 1998. This trade paperback edition (303 pp.) was issued by John Blake Books in 2017.

 

Lenny McLean was born in April, 1949, in the London neighborhood of Hoxham. McLean's father died when Lenny was four, and his mother married a man named Jim Irwin, who was physically abusive towards Lenny and his siblings. From an early age McLean was involved in various acts of street crime, and as a teenager he served time at the juvenile prison at Wormwood Scrubs, outside of London.

 

Also as a teen, McLean entered the world of bare-knuckle boxing, and as he grew to maturity, standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 280 lb, he became a formidable presence in the ring. Prohibited from fighting in licensed matches due to his criminal conviction, during the 1970s and 1980s McLean earned a considerable income (as much as 25,000 pounds sterling for one match, a great sum in those days) from matches with all comers. 

 

McLean became a bare-knuckle superstar, with American celebrities like Christopher Reeve and Gene Hackmand attending his match against Roy Shaw. He once was flown by the Mafia to New York city, there to fight in "....a big warehouse on the other side of the Bronx" against a 6 feet, 8 inch black man named McCormack (McLean was expecting a white Irishman). Although McLean broke both of his hands in the bout, he won the fight. 

 

Along with boxing, McLean did stints as a bouncer and bodyguard, with these episodes earning him gunshot and stabbing wounds. And a murder charge, when, in 1992, at a London nightclub called the Hippodrome, McLean ejected a streaker named Gary Humphries. Humphries died later that night after being apprehended by the police, who used a degree of violence to subdue him. McLean wound up serving 18 months in prison.

 

In the late 1990s McLean got his acting guild card, and got supporting roles in TV and feature films. Just as it appeared he had found a new occupation in show business, he developed lung cancer and died in July, 1998, just before the release of the film Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, in which he had a role as Barry, 'the Baptist.'

 

'The Guv'nor' is a very readable autobiography, with co-author Peter Gerrard keeping a light touch and letting McLean, and his distinctive East London, gangster vernacular, stay front and center for the book's entirety. There's plenty of action in terms of boxing and street fights; collusions with underworld figures; McLean's observations on the sociology of the working-class neighborhoods in the greater London area; and the reality of imprisonment in the UK's various juvenile and adult institutions.

 

As with any autobiography there are some aspects of the subject's life and career that are obscured; for example, McLean spends little time recounting his two defeats at the hands of Cliff Fields. And for all of McLean's rosy allusions to being a good husband and father, according to his daughter Kelly, the household could be filled with tension due to McLean's (undiagnosed) bipolar disorder.

 

When all is said and done 'The Guv'nor' provides an engaging, at times disturbing, street-level look at working class life and crimes in the UK in the postwar era. Fans of UK crime cinema and popular culture will want to have their copy.  

Dan Dare The Biography by Daniel Tatarsky

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'Dan Dare: The Biography' by Daniel Tatarsky

This little book (238 pp.) was published by Orion Books (UK) in 2010. It is amply illustrated with color inserts consisting of photographs and scans of issues of Eagle, Dan Dare memorabilia, and vintage photographs of the creative team. There also are some black-and-white illustrations.

Most Americans have only a vague understanding (if they are aware of it at all) of the period following World War Two when the entire UK endured what the British euphemistically called 'Austerity.' In truth, Austerity was a period of privation that lasted from 1945 to the early 1960s. For much of that time the population of the UK was for all purposes malnourished, and exposed to unpleasantly high levels of air pollution (which at times could be lethal) due to the mandate to use a lower grade of coal. The depletion of foodstocks and energy was the result of a national effort to export goods, in turn to earn money with which to pay back the loans that Britain owed U.S. banks for economic aid during the war years.

 

It's mind-boggling, in an era in which massive debts held by countries in South America and Africa routinely are 'forgiven' by the IMF and World Bank, to realize that the citizens of the UK suffered for almost two decades in order to see payment (with interest) completed to their allies, the United States. 

Quoting Terry Jones (1942 - 2020), a writer for the comedy troupe Monty Python, who was a child at the time of Austerity: 

 

I can remember also it was very difficult to heat the house. I remember waking up in the winter - there was no central heating, of course, there were no cavity walls - and I remember not [just] having ice on the inside of the windows, but ice on the walls. 

 

I can remember rationing, but that's just what you did. It was odd for our parents. I remember when they stopped the national loaf: instead of having white you had this loaf that had a grain in it, but it was better for you. But I remember the moment when my mum said we could get real white bread again. Which has got everything milled out of it !

 

The British handled Austerity with the traditional stiff upper lip and a 'we must get on' spirit. But the younger Brits were helped by the appearance, in April of 1950, of the weekly boy's paper Eagle. And inside that first issue of Eagle, the first installment of a two-page, color comic titled 'Dan Dare: Pilot of the Future.'

Dan Dare was the product of a team of writers and illustrators headed by the talented artist Frank Hampson, who saw the comic as a point of light in an otherwise grim situation:

 

I....felt that young people were getting a rough deal in those years so soon after the end of the war. Everything was so pessimistic, what with the bomb and all.....I wanted to give them something that made the future more helpful, in human terms.

 

Eagle, with its brilliant color printing and depictions of a future UK where everything is clean and new and shiny and prosperous, was a welcome escape from the bleak reality of Austerity.  

Author Tatarsky covers the full scope of the Dan Dare franchise, from the beginnings of Eagle and the efforts of Anglican minister Marcus Morris to produce an uplifting magazine for British youth. There is an in-depth examination of the process, which was quite grueling and laborious, by which Hampsen planned and produced each installment of the series. There are profiles and reminiscences of the staff involved with 'Dare' from 1950 to 1967, when the comic was discontinued and reprints were used in the remaining issues of Eagle until April 1969, when the magazine was absorbed into Lion.

Later chapters in 'Dan Dare: The Biography' cover the various reincarnations of the franchise: the edgy series published in 2000 AD comics in 1977, and the highly politicized 1990 series that Garth Ennis did for the short-lived Virgin Comics imprint. There also are reminiscences about Eagle and Dare from well-known, UK-born figures in the comic book and graphic art scene, such as Chris Claremont and Bryan Talbot.

The book closes with an Appendix providing capsule summaries of each story arc in the Dare canon. 

One thing Tatarsky deserves commendation for is his refusal to view Dare and Eagle through the lens of postmodernism and Wokeness. Tatarsky understands that the material was a product of its time, and hand-wringing such content over issues of identity politics is a failed and fatuous exercise.

Who will want a copy of 'Dan Dare: The Biography' ? Well, certainly older Brits, who were children during the postwar years and remember the series with affection, likely will find the book of value. It's also of interest to those with a fondness for the popular culture of the UK in the 50s and 60s. I doubt many Americans will find the book of interest, simply because so few of the UK's comic book and boy's paper cultures succeeded in making the trans-Atlantic passage to our shores and print media. But regardless of country of origin, if you've a liking for well-written and superbly illustrated comics and graphic art, then 'Dan Dare' will have its appeal. 

Down and Out in Britain by Jeremy Sandford

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Book Review: 'Down and Out in Britain' by Jeremy Sandford

4 / 5 Stars 

  

'Down and Out in Britain' (174 pp.) was published by the New English Library in November 1972. Author Sandford (1930 - 2003) was a documentary filmmaker who focused on portraying the lives of the poorer segments of British society. According to his obituary at the Guardian, he was something of an eccentric: 

 

Some have accused Jeremy of sentimentalising his subject matter from a comfortable and secure position. For visitors to his home, however, the reality of Jeremy's country lifestyle came as rather a shock. One could usually find the house, with its disastrously broken gate, and then follow the trail of rusting cookers, wheel-less trailers and dented iron bins that led to the front door, which was usually swinging open. Inside, missing floorboards presented unexpected hazards and windows hung giddily from single hinges. 

 

'Down' is a work of social activism, as that enterprise stood in late 60s Britain. In its initial  chapters, the book provides overviews - many in the first-person - of the welfare of the homeless, and the response to homelessness on the part of the state (Sandford sees this response as inadequate, in the main). Subsequent chapters cover the situation of homeless children and 'unmarried' mothers (the term 'single mother' was not in use in the late 1960s). A final chapter excoriates the state for visiting 'violence' upon the disadvantaged in the form of imprisoning the homeless and destitute, as opposed to implementing progressive social welfare programs.

 

While of course dated, 'Down' provides some interesting observations about the life of the lower classes and disadvantaged in the UK up 'till 1970. For example, I had no idea that for a good part of the 20th century, each year saw mass movement of tens of thousands of British men throughout the isle, as they traveled from one seasonal employer to another. There was an informal network of 'doss houses' and other questionable abodes that provided shelter to these men, many of whom were not indigent in the traditional sense, but merely following an economic pathway that began to fade in the latter decades of the century. 

 

Sandford concludes his book with a demand that the UK government apply more money towards social services for the indigent, unwed mothers, and children, taking on a greater role from the private, religious-based entities that were struggling to meet demand. In urging these actions, Sandford displays that degree of wishful thinking and willful naivety that (arguably) applies to all social reformers...........

 

In the 55 years since 'Down' was published the UK government has indeed expanded its role in social services, so much so that the able and resolute are being taxed into extinction in order to support not just the swelling rolls of the indigenous population, but the massive numbers of migrants that have taken up residence in the country over the past 40 years. The message of 'Down thus is rather depressing: as bad as things were in 1970, they have only gotten worse in 2025........... 

 

'Down and Out in Britain' retains value as a picture of the UK and its poorer residents in the late 20th century. It is at odds with the popular sensibility of that era, contradicting the popular imagery of 'swinging London' and the 'groovy' era of 'geezers' and 'dolly birds.' 

 

Away from the neon and glamour of Last Night in Soho, throughout the country, scores of ragged men and women would take nightly refuge in bombed-out buildings, Waterloo Station, and the Embankment Gardens. They would prepare whatever meals they could, and settle down for whatever sleep they could manage, and wake up the next morning with no expectation of their lives improving.......

Book Review: The Kingdom By the Sea by Paul Theroux

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Book Review: 'The Kingdom by the Sea: A Journey Around Great Britain' by Paul Theroux

5 / 5 Stars

And then it went bad again, with slapped-together bungalows and parking lots  and holiday camps called Silver Sands and Pontins. There were no people here, but the buildings made this part of Camber look blighted. The beach was undeniably lovely and unspoiled, but at this western end of it were peeling, collapsing huts and rusting caravans and weeds and even a dump full of twisted metal and yesterday’s plastic – this disfigurement was reminiscent of a third world country, where they did not know any better, and just let the detritus pile up as evidence that this rubbish was another aspect of civilization. 

 

It struck me that as time passed some countries with nothing in common but poverty would begin to resemble one another, because, while great civilizations are often vastly different and each culture is unique, everyone’s junk is just the same. 

  

'The Kingdom By the Sea: A Journey Around Great Britain' first was published in 1983. This paperback edition was issued by Washington Square Press in November, 1984.

 

From May to late July of 1982, the American author Paul Theroux (b. 1941) decided to circumnavigate the UK on foot and train. He started in Margate and followed the coast in a clockwise direction. He made a point of avoiding the more traveled or touristy locations, using the soon-to-be-abolished 'branch' train lines, keeping to country paths and byways, and staying at bed-and-breakfast establishments.

 

At that time the Falkland Islands war had begun, and it serves as a sort of sociopolitical backcloth to his travels. As he progresses on his journey, so, too, does the war effort. The war is something of a distraction from the severe economic malaise that grips the country.

 

For a man in his early forties, Theroux exhibits considerable stamina in the pages of ‘Kingdom,’ sometimes walking up to 20 miles in a day, this in ‘oiled’ hiking shoes, not $200 Salomon or Hoka hikers.

 

Reading of Theroux’s visits to the seaside towns and villages, which in the early 1980s were showing signs of wear, I can’t help but realize that these places nowadays are profiled in a lurid manner by the Sun: 

 

Sinister ‘Frankenstein heroin’ ripping through ‘Drug capital of the South’… forcing homeless into shanty towns on beach (this being Bournemouth) 

 

Skegness, in particular, wins the greatest censure from the Sun:

 

Skunk-addicted louts & crumbling homes… can UK’s ‘worst seaside town’ turn fortunes around as the ‘next Sandbanks’ ? 

 

We live in ‘worst’ seaside town ranked alongside North Korea – haters brand it a ‘pile of dirt’ but it’s NOT our fault

 

"There's not a soul to be seen on the pier." Skegness. Photo credited to Les Gibbon, The Sun, November 10, 2024

 

 And then there is Blackpool:

 

CRIME WAVE We live in UK’s most dangerous seaside town where ‘zombies’ roam streets & knife-wielding thieves terrorise shopkeepers

 

"Boarded-up homes in Blackpool." Photo credited to Steve Allen, The Sun, March 8, 2025

 

In his travels around the countryside Theroux notes the presence of what appear to be compounds of some type; large institutions “…surrounded by prison fences, with coils of barbed wire at the top. There were dog patrols and BEWARE signs stenciled with skulls. The main entrances were guarded and had turnstiles and a striped barrier that was raised to let certain vehicles through.......The whole affair reminded me a little of Jonestown (i.e., the compound in Guyana, where in 1978 over 900 people committed mass suicide).”

 

These compounds turn out to be the the Butlin's 'holiday camps.' Theroux decides to obtain a day pass, and visits the Butlin’s in Minehead in Somerset. Behind the grim exterior he finds a resort steeped in Englishness: “…a cricket pitch, a football field, a launderette, a supermarket, a bank, a betting shop, and a number of take-away food joints.” He also learns that Butlin’s is a favorite vacation spot for the many Britons who are ‘on the Dole,’ as a week’s stay (as it was in 1982, that is), at 178 pounds for a family of four, is affordable for families.

 

Curious, I went online and looked up the Minehead Butlin’s, which seems like quite the pleasant place, one well worth visiting (?!).

 

Theroux has a good eye for the quirky and unexpected places he encounters in his journeys, which is what the best travel writers do. He is even-handed in his appraisal of both the good and the bad to be witnessed in the UK. Among the good, is Tenby:

 

But Tenby was more than pretty. It was so picturesque, it looked like a watercolor of itself.

For the bad, there is a disturbing sight in Wigan, on a cold overcast June day, of Prole Children at play:

On the way out of Wigan on the train I looked out the window and saw a group of white-faced children. The rain had plastered their hair against their tiny heads, and their clothes were soaked, and their bare legs were dirty. They were struggling to pull down a fence at the back of a ruined house. They were busy and violent, they hammered at the pickets, they looked like small and dangerous men. When they saw the train they spat at it, and then they went on breaking the old fence.

Theroux's visit to Northern Island is bleak and depressing, as the 'Troubles' then were in full force. He finds redemption in Scotland, where Cape Wrath is one of the most beautiful and magical places he ever has seen. The Scots in that area have learned to bend, but not break, with the high (at times dangerous) winds and rain.

 

Theroux is not a foodie, and his remarks in 'Kingdom' simply state that the food he encountered was, in the main, not very good. At a cafe in Middlesbrough, he does abstain from the 'chip butty,' which apparently is this abomination: a sandwich made of french fries ?!

 

The nationwide rail strike, which began on July 4 and lasted two weeks, severely curtailed Theroux's travel plans, as he was forced to rely on county buses, which were overcrowded and rarely timely. As a result, the closing chapters of 'Kingdom' have a forlorn quality, particularly as the final destination, Southend, is deserted as a consequence of the strike:

 

This was high summer, but Southend was as empty as it had been in March.....Without trains, it was hard to get in or out....The physical link (e.g., to London), the railway, had been severed by the strike, and now Southend was revealed in this empty condition as a mixture of river rawness and sleazy elegance.  

Washington Post headline, July 15, 1982

Theroux's message in 'Kingdom' is that Britain is its railways, and when the railways serving the smaller communities are discontinued, it has the effect of transporting those smaller communities back in time, as it were, to the pre-railway era. With cars and petrol too dear for most families, and the bus service so dismal, many Britons were (at least, back in the midsummer of '82) being forced to stay close to home in the manner of the days of horse-and-buggy or bicycle.

 

'Kingdom' is one of the best travel books, and best observations of the UK, that I ever have read. Its 433 pages flow by in a smooth and informative manner (my only complaint is that the book has no maps). All in all, it's a solid Five Star read.

Mick Farren overview

Mick Farren's fiction factory

from the 'Peter Stanfield' blog 

Mick Farren (1943 - 2013) was a UK polymath: a member of rock / punk bands, a journalist for music and pop culture magazines, as well as a successful science fiction author. 

Farren's 1978 LP Vampire Stole My Lunch Money is considered a seminal punk record. Contributing musicians included Sonja Kristina (wife of Police drummer Stewart Copeland) and Chrissie Hynde (founder of The Pretenders and, like Farren, a writer for the New Musical Express).  

My review of Farren's novel 'The Text of Fesitval' is here; my review of 'Protectorate,' which I considered one of the top 10 sci-fi novels of the decade of the Eighties, is here.

At his blog, Pete Stanfield provides a lengthy overview of Farren's novels and stories from the 1970s. There are abundant scans of covers, as well as capsule summaries of the contents. This is one of the more comprehensive looks available on Farren's canon, and it you're a fan of his works and the sci-fi of the Seventies, it's well worth visiting. 

Book Review: Yes We Have No by Nik Cohn

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Book Review: 'Yes We Have No', by Nick Cohn

4  / 5 Stars

'Yes We Have No: Adventures in Other England' first was published in the U.K. in 1999. This U.S. edition (357 pp.) was issued by Vintage Books in 2000.

After posting about 'Rock Dreams', I was curious about Cohn's other works, and selected this book for investigating. It's a collection of essays, some of which Cohn published in the Sunday Times, the Guardian, and other UK media, in the late 1990s. The essays are dedicated to what Cohn refers to as the 'other England', or the 'Republic', and it basically means the land of the Lumpen Proletariat, the lost, and the dispossessed.

Mindful that Cohn is a documented bullshitter, I read each essay with a skeptical frame of mind. Cohn coyly avoids assigning any identifiers to his writings: no dates (I infer the book's chronology starts in June, 1998, as Cohn references a mass drunk / riot in London following England's tie with Argentina in the World Cup) and no indication that the names given in the book are pseudonyms or not. 

American readers will need to make allowances for impenetrable references to U.K. pop culture:

Dettol. Mr. Kipling cakes display. The 'Bleak House' in the Dingle (someplace in Liverpool ?). 'The Road to Wigan Pier' (a novel). Marzine. Bumpf. Blagging. Top Shop tracksuits. Chares. Morris Cerullo. The 1985 Peace Convoy at Shipton Billinger (there was a riot, evidently). Hooray Henrys, with their beepers and beamers.

While the book starts in King's Cross in London, Cohn soon makes the acquaintance of a rather scattered young woman named Mary Carson, and the two of them go on a lengthy road trip to examine the places and people residing in Albion's less glamorous landscapes. Much of the travelogue is devoted to the North Country, and its vistas of industrial decay lying side-by-side with desperate attempts at modernization and economic revival. It's a sort of living testament to Sting's album The Soul Cages:

    The longer we stay in Newcastle, the worse we're flummoxed by its contradictions. We stroll the city centre, handsome as ever. The smooth facades of Granger and Grey Streets, sand-blasted, are the color of clotted cream on sunlit mornings, a faint rosy pink at dusk. Their glassed arcades are full of high-priced boutiques and designer kitsch. Then we cruise the Scotswood Road, a mile away. The sidestreets are rubbish dumps, piled with scrap metal and rotting floorboards. Those terraced houses that aren't bricked up have parts of their roofs missing, collapsing walls, and steel cages round the letter boxes, to guard against explosives.

    In North Shields, I take a walk round Meadowell Estate with a sixteen-year-old called Lee. There were riots here, a few years back. I ask Lee what caused them. 'Shite life,' he says.

In seeking out those bound to the louche life, Cohn interviews street thugs, alienated Pakis, addled pensioners, sex workers, drug addicts and alcoholics, and honest workmen befuddled by the disintegration of the society they grew up in. Some of the these individuals have what Cohn politely describes as 'somewhat tangled' histories.........

The final part of 'Yes We Have No' appropriately deals with the coming Millennium, which in the U.K. (as elsewhere in Western civilization) sparked a fervid revival in all manner of things religious. An encounter with a middle-aged man named Terry Hutcher, who clings desperately to the hope offered by evangelical Christianity, is one of the book's more poignant chapters:

    His home is in Shepherd's Bush, on an estate near White City. These names, in the context, take on a missionary ring, but the council flats where he and his wife Deanna live prove less than blessed. Used condoms litter the walkways; 'Smack My Bitch Up' snarls from an unseen ghetto-blaster. 'Welcome to the wilderness,' Ted says wryly, and ushers me indoors. A series of bolts and chains are shot home behind me. 'Deanna has baked a sponge,' I'm told.

    'It's all God's power, not mine,' says Ted modestly......He works at the same Oxford Street boutique as when they first got married, at virtually the same wage level, with no real hope of promotion. 'I'm totally dead-ended,' he says......Only Christ's love buoys him up.

'Yes We Have No' is a very readable book; Cohn uses a crisp, clean diction, keeps his interior monologues to the point, and has an eye for the incongruous and the transgressive.

I finished the book thinking that the Thirdworldization of the U.K. that Cohn (somewhat diffidently) portrays in the book was, as of the late 1990s, something peculiar to Western Europe. But now I realize that, while at the time an American like me could read Cohn's musing and sigh with relief: it can't happen here, that no longer is true. 

In 2026, large tracts of America, such as New York City, Los Angeles, Philadelphia, Seattle, etc. are no different from what was taking place in Bradford, Kentish Town, Rochdale, Liverpool in 1998. If there is a message from 'Yes We Have No', it is a sobering one: what seemed dire in 1998, actually was better than what we see in 2026.......

Penthouse September 1986

Penthouse

September 1986 

September, 1986, and on FM radio I remember listening to the single 'Captain of Her Heart,' by the Swiss group Double. There were American DJs who pronounced the band name as 'dubble,' not knowing the accent was on the second syllable, i.e. 'doo-BLAY'.........
 

Elsewhere in the FM radio lineup, the top 10 featured the first real chart presence for a rap act, 'Walk This Way,' by Run DMC and Aerosmith.

 

The September 1986 issue of Penthouse features model and actress Lauren Hutton (b. 1943) on the cover. Apparently, Bob Guccione had purchased a collection of photos taken of Hutton in the 1960s (?) in '...the Long Island studio of Norman Nathan.' Even in low-res black and white, they make clear Lauren was someone special.

There's a sci-fi presence in this issue, albeit a rather mediocre one. First, there's a two-page advertisement from Doubleday's Science Fiction Book Club. Many of the newer titles are duds, featuring Product churned out by the bigger names in the field. But take hope ! William Gibson's sequel to 'Neuromancer,' 'Count Zero,' is a selection !

Isaac Asimov's novel 'Foundation and Earth' gets an excerpt, and an illustration by Gerard Di-Macchio. 

 

I've already ranted about Asimov's 1980s output, so what I'll do here is just put in an excerpt from the excerpt, as it were, and let it speak for itself...........note the split infinitive, and the use of the adverb 'merely,' twice in one para. And in the sentence beginning "To you," what does the pronoun 'it' refer to ?

 

     Bander continued, "There is, however, at least this. You death will be painless. I will merely heat your brains, mildly and drive them into inactivation. You will experience no pain. Life will merely cease. Eventually, when dissection and study are over, I will convert you to ashes in an intense flash of heat and all will be over."

 

    Trevize said, "If we  must die, then I cannot argue against having a quick and painless death, but why must we die at all, having committed no offense ?"

 

    "Your arrival was an offense."

 

    "Not on any rational ground, since we could not know it was an offense."

 

    "Society defines what constitutes an offense. To you, it my seem irrational and arbitrary, but to us it is not, and this is our world, - on which we have the full right  to say that in this and that, you have done wrong and deserve to die." 

 

Arthur C. Clark contributes the essay, 'Sex in the Year 2019.' He predicts 'male pregnancy,' which is somewhat accurate; self-stimulation devices that can be remotely controlled; drugs like Viagra; penile implants; and, sociologically speaking, further advancement of women's rights.

Showing up in a decidedly awkward way is 'Passage Through India,' a photoessay about 'championship windsurfer' Jacques Sotty, who decided to windsurf down the Ganges river, an 800-mile expedition. 

 

En route, Sotty experiences the sublime and the grotesque. In one stretch of the river he encounters rotting corpses; Hindus are supposed to cremate their dead and spread the ashes into the river, but sometimes, well..........relatives of the deceased are too poor to procure sufficient tinder, and the Dear Departed only partially are consumed. 

 

 

However, the essay takes a positive note, remarking that:

 

Ironically, these grotesque, dismembered limbs [i.e., the corpses] attract a beautiful species of dolphin, unknown in other regions of the world. According to Sotty, "Iridescent-pink dolphins travel hundreds of miles from the sea to feed on the cadavers. These are the only dolphins that eat human flesh."

I had to Google this, and in fact, yes, there are pink 'Ganges dolphins,' which are adapted to live in the silty waters of the river and are opportunistic feeders of animal / human flesh ! Let's go, dolphins !!!!!!!

 

Only in Penthouse in 1986 could you get the juxtaposition of a color photo of bloated, rotting Hindu corpse with abundant photos of tits and ass.......!!!!!!!!!! 

 

And then you have a profile article on Howard Stern, who in '86 was a DJ for New York City radio station WXRX. The quintessential 'Shock Jock' in those days, Stern was riding high in the era of peak FM radio.

 

This month Stern, accompanied by wife Beth, attended a function in Amagansett, New York.

photo from the NY Post

And that's a good way to close out our look at the men's literature, from 40 years ago..........