Friday, June 17, 2011

Misc. New Additions to My Vintage Book Collection Summer 2011

Tales of the Flying Mountains
(Collier Books, 2nd Printing, 1973)
by Poul Anderson
Cover artist: Uncredited — any tips in this regard would be greatly appreciated.
Back cover: "'We, the people of the spaceship ASTRA, in order to accomplish man's first venture beyond the Solar System....'
Brave words, pondered by the Advisory Council of the ASTRA as they hurtle through space, but words judged inadequate to the task they have set themselves—to take the most perilous journey of all, far beyond the Milky Way, to worlds unexplored, perhaps unexplorable. These pioneer spacemen and women have chosen a strange, uncertain future for themselves and their children, which they only begin to understand as they spin the fascinating tales of the space age past—of repression, rebellion, and anarchy—of man's fate—to accept the challenge of the stars or annihilate himself on earth.
Tales of the Flying Mountains, the thrilling story of a speculative world where man is finally forced to think before he acts."
I don't usually by science fiction or short story collections, although this book is both, but the Circe call of the female breast made me part from my euro. Pop Sensation posits that this book's cover is "more proof that everyone in the early 70s was high." The interior copyright of the book reveals that that some of the stories — which are all set in a common future universe were originally published under the pseudonym "Winston P. Sanders" in Analog Science Fiction/Science Fact magazine between April 1963 and September 1965. Over at Book Note, they summarize the narrative of the book as: "The council of the first generation ship, going out to colonize elsewhere, is debating what to teach their children about their history. In the course of the discussion, they tell stories of major turning points in their history, which some of them experienced in person and others at least heard first-hand stories from."
The cover seen here to the left of the 1984 reprint (which I do not have) is definitely far less interesting than the trippy original one of the 70s. Guess all that pot in the 70s was good for the imagination...

Down Here
(Essex House, 1969)
Michael Perkins
Cover artist: Uncredited — any tips in this regard would be greatly appreciated.
Back cover: "Blood country. No one who lives in New York's lower East Side can ever forget it. It is one of the great melting pots of the world, a place where violence is as common as the sunrise. It is a battlefield for savage and brutal encounters between gangs ... or people bent on the pursuit of pleasure—any kind, anyway they can get it. Kicks are the way to live; you either get them or give them, no one cares with whom or how. And sex is the greatest kick of all. Michael Perkins has been there, and now he tells how it's done Down Here."
About the author: According to Jay A. Gertzman in his article on Porno Noir, 1968-1974 in Ed Kemp's February 2010 issue of his excellent eFanzine eI48, "Perkins, like Burroughs, uses pornography to make revealing statements about political realities, as did de Sade and Bataille."
At Vintage Sleaze, they were nice enough to reprint the biography appearing on the inside the cover of the Essex House book (#0101) Blue Movie, Perkin's first published novel: "Michael Perkins was born in Michigan (Lansing), and raised in Ohio ("the banks of the Ohio, as a matter of fact — and that has made a difference"), and presently lives in New York City (#4B), with his wife ("who is pregnant and it looks like twins"). After picking up a B.A., he became a caseworker, then a teacher, before devoting full time to his typewriter ("I spend my days in bed writing novels and my nights on Times Square"). At 25, he is a strong figure on the avant-garde literary scene, not only as an author-poet but as the editor of Tompkins Square Press (which recently published Ray Bremser's remarkable "jail diary poem" Angel), and the eminent East Village-based magazine Down Here (responsible, among other things, for the American liberation of the erotic writings of Guillaume Apollinaire). His work has appeared in many of the underground literary reviews (including the New York Times) and he has published two books of poetry, The Blue Woman and Shorter Poems. [...]"
According to the Notre Dame Review website: "Michael Perkins is the author of five collections of poetry, including The Blue Woman (1966), The Persistence of Desire (1977), Praise in the Ears of Clouds (1982) and Gift of Choice (1992). The Secret Record, literary criticism, was published by William Morrow in 1976, and is available in paperback from Rhinoceros. His poems and essays have appeared in Younger Critics of North America, The Nation, Mother Jones, Paper, Choice, Notre Dame Review, The World, Sagetrieb, Talisman, and American Book Review as well as in numerous other magazines and anthologies here and in Europe. He has been editorial director of magazines and publishing companies, including Croton Press, Ltd., Tompkins Square Press, Down Here and Ulster Arts Magazines. He has given over a hundred public readings in New York, San Francisco and Oxford, England. A graduate of Ohio University (Athens) in philosophy and English literature, he studied at City College of New York and The New School. He is a member of The Author's Guild, the National Book Critics Circle, and Poets and Writers."
In any event, although this book here about the East Village shares the same title as the literary magazine he once published while living in the East Village, the Essex House publication appears to be an original text of his own and not a compilation of texts from the long-defunct magazine.
The image of the original literary magazine seen above was found in Jay A. Gertzman's article Porno Noir, 1968-1974 in Ed Kemp's February 2010 issue of his eFanzine eI48, where it had the following caption: "This magazine was issued from the Tompkins Square bookshop in 1966. It was edited by Michael Perkins and contains poems by him, Roy Bremser, and Jack Micheline, among others. The drawing is by Erin Matson. The 'banned novel' excerpted by Appollinaire [sic] is The Debauched Hospodar."

The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher
(Brandon House, 5th Printing, August 1968)
Attributed to Felix Salten, the author of Bambi.
Cover art: An un-credited detail of a work by Félicien Rops.
Back cover: "The classic confessions of a woman of pleasure. In Vienna of the 19th century, prostitution was a legitimate profession sanctioned by law—registered streetwalkers were thus able to play their trade while their neighbors starved in the ghettos around of course they were social outcasts. But a few of these woman were able to rise above the stigma of condemnation to become rich and even famous–most notably a young peasant girl: Josephine Mutzenbacher."
Originally published in 1906 in Vienna, Austria, the translator credited for the Brandon House edition, Rudolf Schleifer, is a pseudonym for "Hilary E. Holt", the Ph.D. who also wrote the introduction. "Hilary E. Holt, Ph.D." wrote a lot of forwards and afterwards for such esteemed publishing houses as Brandon and Grove in the 60s and 70s. According to Seattle PI, Holt was an "Austrian transplant to the U.S. raised in the last throes of the Austro-Hungary empire and, according to Kirby,* a former professor living in a small, dumpy apartment in Hollywood and 'a sad old man,' [who] used a copy of the [German language] first edition from his personal collection, avoiding later German-Austrian editions which had been 'improved' upon." (Indeed, Holt's translation for Brandon House is currently considered the standard translation.)
In Holt's introduction, Holt recounts a conversation he himself had in 1930 with Stefan Zweig, "the only mortal who worked up enough courage to ask the alleged ghost-writer" Felix Salten whether he was the author or not. Salten's evasive answer — "If I deny it, you won’t believe me, and if I admit it, you’ll think I am teasing you" — was taken by Zweig as "a badly disguised admission" because Zweig was convinced that "[Salten] would have become very angry at being asked such a question unless he was the author." In any event, Salten is now generally considered the most likely author, thus eclipsing the other main previous literary suspect, Arthur Schnitzler.
Whether or not the tale is simply total fiction or truly a transcription of the memoirs of a woman of pleasure as told to the author is a question which, like that of the true identity of the author of My Secret Life, will always remain contested, but in general the book is referred to as a "novel," which infers what is most commonly believed. (In the book's introduction, however, Holt supplies some supposed history of the real Mutzenbacher, who was "born in 1849, as the third and youngest child of Ferdinand and Marie Mutzenbacher, née Schmidt.")
The Memoirs of Josephine Mutzenbacher is a first-person narrative of a successful 50-year-old legal prostitute of Vienna retelling her sexual past a young girl in Vienna. As such, it has less to do with her career as a courtesan than with her escapades between the ages of 5 and 12 — thus putting the book squarely in the realm of child porno. The novel ends with her entering the business at the age of twelve.
The English language version of the HARDCORE German film of the tale, Die Beichte der Josefine Mutzenbacher, directed by Han Billian in 1978 — entitled Josephine for the English-language dub — can be viewed at Luckily, the film adds a number of years to the age of the heroine, thus making the whole tale much more palatable — if not an enjoyably funny Golden-Age five-finger helper. Be forewarned, as the previous sentence infers, the film (and the website) is X-rated, but part one (44 minutes) can be found here and part 2 (50 minutes) here. (I wouldn't open those links while at work if I were you.)
There was also softcore German film of the tale filmed in 1971 by Kurt Nachmann that got released in English-speaking countries as Naughty Knickers, but it seems to be unavailable at the present in any language.

*Brian Kirby, manager of Brandon House and, eventually, Essex House. Kirby, who once firmly believed that "there's no reason why good literature shouldn't give you a hard-on" (Charles Platt: Loose Canon, 2001, page 29), went on to edit The Los Angeles Free Press before disappearing into the netherworlds of suburban USA.

Some Limericks
(Zebra Books [Grove Press Inc NY] First Printing 1968)
by Norman Douglas
Back cover: "A Black Circle Book now in paperback.
'This book...would shock an Elks Club smoker...but each limerick is subjected to delightful, droll commentary by Mr. Douglas, written straight-faced in the best academic critical style.'
The Washington Star

Norman Douglas was 60 when he first offered this delightful collection — the result of a lifetime of assiduous research — in a privately printed edition. Anthologies of limericks are many, but this one, like a good wine, is rare indeed. It was during the reign of Queen Victoria, according to Douglas, that this fine art achieved its greatest successes, and it is from this era that most of the choices in this volume come, though some from the twenties and an American sampling are also included. As important as the limericks themselves are Douglas's witty, pungent notes which follow each selection."
In the introduction, Norman Douglas writes "I may be abused on the ground that the pieces are coarse, obscene, and so forth. Why, so they are; and whoever suffers from that trying form of degeneracy which is horrified by coarseness had better close the book at once..."
And indeed, for years the book was considered obscene enough to be available only under the counter. It was only after the U.S. Supreme Court ruling on Fanny Hill [Memoirs v. Massachusetts, 383 U.S. 413 (1966)] that the book, "on the basis of its redeeming social value," was published in readily available editions.
Born in Scotland in 1868, (George) Norman Douglas was a scandal-prone British novelist, travel writer, and essayist, who lived his last years on Capri, where he had originally fled (in his own words) "[...] during the war to avoid persecution for kissing a boy and giving him some cakes and a shilling."
He died in 1952, his last known words recorded as: "Get these fucking nuns away from me."

Example limerick:
There was a young man of Peru
Who was hard up for something to do.

So he took out his carrot
And buggared his parrot,

And sent the results to the Zoo.
Example commentary: "He sent the results to the Zoo – where, it is to be feared, so delicate a hybrid cannot have survived for long. I conjecture the specimen is now in the Museum of the College of Surgeons."

Romance of Lust or Early Experiences
(Zebra Books [Grove Press Inc NY] First Printing 1968)
by Anonymous
Front cover: Photo © 1968 by J. F. Bauret and Psychophot, Paris.
Back cover: "Published in four volumes, issued between 1873 and 1876, The Romance of Lust is the first-person story of Charlie Roberts. Perhaps the most famous hero of the Victorian underground, Charlie begins his unrelenting amorous career at the age of 15, being initiated by a married lady who is visiting his mother's house. He soon seduces his two sisters, and then allows himself to be seduced by his two successive governesses, passing himself off as a virgin. His adventures now begin in earnest, and with almost super-human endurance he goes on to explore his taste for intricate tableaux ensembles, to indulge his penchant for fancy complications, and even to form a secret society. He retires before the age of thirty and the remainder of his days are devoted to accomplishing feats he may have missed in his 'Early Experiences'."
Originally published by the English publisher of erotic literature William Lazenby, the Grove edition here was first uncensored modern edition of the book, which now enjoys a variety of available editions. The tale — which in parts reminds one of Guillaume Apollinaire's absurdly comic erotic novel Memoirs of a Young Rakehell — is a first-person account of the insatiable Charlie Roberts, a well-hung lad of great endurance and continual erections, as he experiments with and enjoys the widest variety of sexual activities, including incest, orgies, masturbation, lesbianism, flagellation, fellatio, cunnilingus, gay sex, anal sex and double penetration. He was an active man, to say the least.
Authorship of the book is unknown, although both William Simpson Potter and Edward Sellon have been suspected; of the two men of letters, only Sellon is known to have authored other erotic works.

Back Home at the O.R.G.Y.
(Berkley, February 1968)
Ted Mark (copyright Ted Gottfried)
Cover art: Unknown — any hints here would be appreciated.
Back cover: "Steve Victor and the time machine. It all started in a small Tibetan village. In studying the customs of these little-known people, Steve Victor met with the local Lolita, Miss Ti Nah Baapuh, and proceeded to break several Lamaist taboos regarding the art of love.
He might have been content to continue his researches with this uninhibited sexual dynamo, if it hadn't been for Papa Baapuh's time machine. Once inside it, Steve Victor unbelievably found himself catapulted into the lap of the Queen of Sheba in ancient Ethiopia. And a very obliging lap it was. In no time at all he was being propelled from one century to another—now an orgy with the Princess Julia in ancient Rome, now a quivering clinch with Eleanor of Aquitaine during the second Crusade in Damascus.
It was quite a novel way of getting inside history, and Steve Victor, always a willing scholar, decided to let himself go and make the most of it..."
Ted Gottfried — or rather, Theodore Mark Gottfried — was a highly productive author now mostly forgotten both under his real name ("Ted Gottfried") and all his known pen names: Lorayne Ashton, Kathleen Fuller, Benjamin Kyle, Katherine Tobias and Ted Mark. As an author, he reserved his real name for his serious non-fiction texts on serious topics (such as the death penalty, pornography, the Holocaust, etc) for teenagers. The other names, with the exception of the one-shot use of "Benjamin Kyle" for the book Qaddafi, were lent to his more frivolous works — Lorayne Ashton to some Daniela-Steele-type potboilers, Katherine Tobias to his Gothic romances, Kathleen Fuller for his Riverview series (which are often incorrectly credited to Kathleen Fuller, the author of Amish fiction) and Ted Mark for various trashy series and humorous manly lit written between the 1950s and 1970s. A Dutch source also lists "Harry Gregory" as another of his pen names, seemingly only used for one publication entitled Khadafy.
Some of the earliest short stories by "Ted Mark" appeared in magazines such as Dude and Gent, of which he was the editor in 1963, but according to an online bio by 1964 he was a freelance writer. The 1960s definitely saw a lot of Ted Mark books hit the market, including his then-popular spy spoof series featuring Steve Victor from O.R.G.Y (the "Organization for the Rational Guidance of Youth"); Back Home at the O.R.G.Y. seems to be the eighth in the series, which includes such memorable titles as The Real Gone Girls (1966), Dr. Nyet (1966) and Room At The Topless (1967).
Either The Man from O.R.G.Y. or The Real Gone Girls was made into a film in 1970 known as both The Real Gone Girls and The Man from O.R.G.Y.; directed by the British director James Hill — the man behind Born Free (1966 / fan-made trailer) — The Real Gone Girls / The Man from O.R.G.Y. proved to be a commercial and critical flop and thus has remained the only film adaption of a Ted Mark book to date.
Ted Mark (née Theodore Mark Gottfried) was born in the Bronx on 10 October 1928; he died in NYC on 7 March 2004. Obviously a socially and politically informed man, his trashy satirical novels tend to be cram-packed with then-contemporary allusions to political events which are more than difficult for today's politically ignorant and historically uniformed Average Joe like you and me to catch or follow. His sexual euphemisms and jokes are fairly infantile by today's standards, but they can be oddly entertaining in a dorky way. His fictional romps are anything but literature, but in length they also never overstay their welcome and barrel along at a decent speed. This probably explains why his books are becoming cult favorites.

Further Ted Mark books at Mostly Crappy Books:
The Unhatched Egghead (Ted Mark, Lancer Books, 1966)
The Pussycat Transplant (Ted Mark, Berkley Medallion, 1968)

Like the above? Then check out at Mostly Crappy Books:

New Additions to My Sleaze Collection
Sleaze: New Additions to My Collection (Fall 2008)
Sleaze: New Additions to My Collection (Winter 2008-Spring 2009)
Misc. New Additions to My Vintage Book Collection

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