At various times, British author Peter Cave has been a reporter and an newspaper editor and a magazine editor. He is best known in literary circles for the number of novelizations he has done for television shows.
I liked the way the reader is presented with this twisted society of a motor bike cult gang (Hell's Angels) It is a pulp novel, of course, but enjoyable nonetheless. Reality is all around in 1970 London as our rather disagreeable character called Chopper wants to become head of the Hell's Angel chapter. It culminates into a grand little showdown. I enjoyed this novel much more than I expected to. 😃👍
Not recommended reading for the fuzz or the average pig citizen, Chopper did more than most paperbacks, when it came to demonizing the British Hells Angels in the eyes of the older generation, while no doubt making them look like the coolest people on earth to the young. By rights author Peter Cave should have become an icon to 13 year old boys back then. It's the perfect under the bed sheets, read with a torch, book full of rude words, violent run-ins with skinheads, gang bangs, drug use, drinking, pornographic descriptions of sex and anti-social behavior. All committed by bikers with names like Chopper, Big M, Danny the Deathlover, Grass, Freaky and err... Ethel.
Cave and his fellow travellers at New English Library successfully took American biker culture and gave it a 1970s brit-grot makeover. Relocating it to a world of greasy spoon cafes, council estates, rising racial tensions and run down holiday camps. Cave here also demonstrates an insider knowledge of Piccadilly Circus after dark with the references to cottaging and junkies congregating around Boots.
Rich in trashy incident, there is no padding or dull spots, and Cave did have a hilarious way with words "the plump cheeks of her bottom quivered like a jelly on springs", "grass rides a hog like a prick and rides a woman like a dog". It's a book that grabs you by the balls, then throws beer in your face....nuff' said, man.
Video extra: Me, Clive and Nick marvel at Chopper , while puzzling over the comparatively lack of British biker movies and imagining a world in which Cannon made movie adaptations of Guy N Smith's crabs books.
Read this at school when all others were reading about skinheads and suedeheads. Never stopped reading it since but the follow-up ('Mama ') was absolute tosh.
I’d forgotten how good this one is. It’s not as far fetched as the other 1970s UK Hells Angel books I’ve been re-reading lately, and the writing is above average for this type of book.