A poor condition mass market paperback followed me on Thursday, Sleaze, by L. A. Morse. I’ve heard people speak well, and poorly, about this novel featuring private eye, Sam Hunter. And when I ran across this copy everything about it said—Take Me Home! From the warning inside the book:
“This
book contains numerous scenes of gratuitous sex and violence, as well as a lot of
bad language and worse jokes. If you don’t like that sort of thing, this is a
good place to stop.”
To a blurb from a review
in the Los Angeles Times:
“I’d
cross the street to avoid him.”
To this sweet piece of
descriptive prose on the second page:
“It
was the receptionist. If her goal was to look like a cheap Vegas hooker, she’d
succeeded pretty well. She had a tangled mane of thick black hair. Her eyes
were so darkly and heavily made up that they looked like the after effects of a
broken nose.”
To the price: $1
There were two Sam Hunter
novels published, The Big Enchilada
(1982), and Sleaze (1985). Morse won
an Edgar Award for his novel, The Old Dick (not featuring Sam Hunter).
And I’ve never read any of his books, so…
And, amazingly, it's available as an ebook.
And, amazingly, it's available as an ebook.
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