does anyone else have a favorite author who, when you read too much of his work, you say about him this: "why do I read this guy?" or "what crap1" or "I can't make that leap of the imagination!" or something to that effect.
Prather bothers me because he is so sappy/camp/nerdy he is GOOD.He writes his books in thirds, to-wit: one-third is aboiut women's bodies, usually fannies and hips, but sometimes breasts; one-third violent conflicts with ugly men andl, rarely, a beautiful evil woman, and one-third educational material and humour. I like to think it's the last one-third that keeps me coming back, but I like the conflicts, albeit that's where the loss of the leap of imagination occurs.
In this one, he has a gun placed right against his backbone and numerous people in the room with guns who also want him dead, yet he gets out of it!
GIVE ME A BREAK! I scream.
In this one, there are 12 WOW girls. WOW is a monthly girlie mag that features a three page pullout of a different woman each month. She is always poised with her derrierre facing the camera and her face hidden. (Note this was published in early 1960, less than three years after the first Playboy issue with Marilyn Monroe was on the newsstands. Also the WOW publisher became filthy rich from the publication, as did Hugh Heffner). ( )

While trying to find the missing wife of a murdered publisher, Shell Scott has one clue to identify her-a picture of the freckles on her derriere. The search leads to 12 nude models and a case of amnesia for Scott. ( )