Bubbles is the kind of platinum blonde who separates the men from the boys - the type of doll who usually gets in Mavis' hair. But this time the daffy detective is too busy trying to stop a murder.
Mavis knows the time, the place, and the victim - all were announced coast-to-coast on a late, late TV show. What she doesn't know is that the killer has rated her as second best...in his cast of corpses.
Carter Brown was the pseudonym of Alan Geoffrey Yates (1923-1985), who was born in London and educated in Essex.
He married Denise Mackellar and worked as a sound engineer for Gaumont-British films before moving to Australia and taking up work in public relations.
In 1953 he became a full-time writer and produced nearly 200 novels between then and his retirement in 1981.
He also wrote as Tex Conrad and Caroline Farr.
His series heroes were Larry Baker, Danny Boyd, Paul Donavan, Rick Holman, Andy Kane, Randy Roberts, Mavis Siedlitz and Al Wheeler.
OK, this was in a stack of books by otherwise respectable authors, and I feel dirty, now. I said I wasn't going to read any more Carter Brown, and I went and did it, and I just feel ashamed...
This is less awful than the others I have read, but that isn't much of a recommendation. It features bodacious PI Mavis Seidlitz, who is supposed to be really dumb, which makes her choice of occupation more than a little weird. Ms. Seidlitz also narrates, which is also weird. Seiditz, when she is quoted in dialogue, sounds a bit like Gracie Allen, says utterly stupid things, and can't draw obvious conclusions. Seidlitz, when she narrates, is wise in the ways of men, knows the effect of her measurements on all the guys around her, and is really quite funny. The tension between the two isn't really exploited, but keeps the book just this side of tolerable.
Yes, there is a plot. TV, Venice, beatniks, spirtualists and fences are involved. Nothing ties together, particularly, and that's not really the point of the Carter Brown universe, anyway. At least, so long as the story features some attempted rapes, the heroine in undress, and drooling scenes of sadism.
Since our heroine does know martial arts, she is more than able to defend herself against the characters, when she wants to. Against the imaginations of tired business men who read her stories -- well, all we can do is look -- and the narration suggests that actually she wants us to do that. Oblige her if you must. You'll want a shower after you are done. Make sure it is a cold one.
More Sixties sleaze from Carter Brown about a sexy psychic predicting a millionaire’s death on a Joe Pyne-style TV talk show. The PI this time is Mavis Seidlitz, a bodaciously stacked bimbo blonde in the Little Annie Fanny tradition. She’s on the case in groovy Venice circa 1960, busting up bongo beatnik coffeehouses and catfighting witches into Beverly Hills poolsides. Carter Brown never disappoints.