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Sin on Wheels: The Uncensored Confessions of a Trailer Camp Tramp
Originally 1962 The gay trailer camp life of casual sin and adultery shocked Lenore. After all, she had only been married to Jack two weeks when the woman next door told "You married a crackerjack. Jack's an ace in bed. I never had it better from anybody. In fact, I kind of miss it, so you just let me know any time you feel like letting me crawl into the sack with Jack. And you can get it from my old man. I won't squawk at all, because turnabout's fair play and … " The trailer camp dwellers were always having fun – especially when they played strip poker, switch parties and other interesting games!
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138 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 1, 1960
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November 13, 2022
If only I had thought of “lurid trash”, but an earlier reviewer, also using a nom de plume, got it first. Sin on Wheels written under yet another nom de plume, Loren Beauchamp was certainly intended to be lurid trash. Worth it if only for the cover this is what they did write when they wrote what they used to.
Bless the dirty book. The market is as old as the printing the printed word, and no doubt there are cave drawings roped off to keep the kids out.
In reading about the seduction of virginal, newlywed Mrs. Lenore Martin, I could not help but think of the much older, Fanny Hill and the more recent, satirical exquisite corpse, Candy. Once again the innocent young lady placed among the much less than innocent. She is newly wed to a man with established wandering habits, living in a trailer park. You know a trailer park, as in trailer park trash. She has time on her hands, access to what must be huge mobile homes and a variety of ways and people with whom she get even, or catch up to her husband’s score card.
Never intended to be in good fun, naughty fun it is. This is from a golden age of trashy novels. As much time as our lady protagonist spends learning advanced coupling, the reader is more likely to be teased than titillated. Sin on Wheels is fun.
Bless the dirty book. The market is as old as the printing the printed word, and no doubt there are cave drawings roped off to keep the kids out.
In reading about the seduction of virginal, newlywed Mrs. Lenore Martin, I could not help but think of the much older, Fanny Hill and the more recent, satirical exquisite corpse, Candy. Once again the innocent young lady placed among the much less than innocent. She is newly wed to a man with established wandering habits, living in a trailer park. You know a trailer park, as in trailer park trash. She has time on her hands, access to what must be huge mobile homes and a variety of ways and people with whom she get even, or catch up to her husband’s score card.
Never intended to be in good fun, naughty fun it is. This is from a golden age of trashy novels. As much time as our lady protagonist spends learning advanced coupling, the reader is more likely to be teased than titillated. Sin on Wheels is fun.
October 17, 2020
The original 1961 Midwood edition is highly collectible because of Paul Rader's iconic vintage sleaze cover art. If only the book were as good as its cover. Our POV character is Lenore: a young virgin marrying a philandering satyr. Her honeymoon? Straight home to Jack's trailer and a swift introduction to trailer park living. Before the first week is out he has her playing strip poker and more at a neighbor's party. Not that there's much to redeem here, but not getting any back story about how Lenore met Jack and decided to marry him - except to hear that he never made a pass at her before they were married - removes any chance of identifying with her character. In two weeks of marriage she's already engaged in a tit-for-tat adultery war until she reaches this moment of Kierkegaardian sickness unto death: "Bleakly, she thought over the possibilities of escape from the intolerable situation she had entered. Suicide. Drinking. Adultery. Lesbianism. Divorce. A fine bunch of possibilities, she thought bitterly." What's a newlywed to do? Would you believe there's another option? One that repudiates that build-up of tension? I'll save you the journey, it's a disappointment.
June 28, 2017
If you are looking for high minded literature like Shakespeare or Dickens do not buy this book. If you are interested in wild trailer park sleaze pulp in the early sixties, then perhaps you found it. Robert Silverberg wrote this under an early pseudonym. Given the title and the premise, it is clear that this book was designed to be tittilating in an era before the internet.
Basically, an innocent newlywed moves into a trailer park and all the common prejudices about trailer parks ring true. All the men in the trailer park are on the prowl for this new girl. The older jaded women are trying to make time with her husband. After the booze starts flowing, everyone is jumping in and out of beds. It is, however, not altogether joyful for the protagonist as she ends up sad, jaded, disillusioned. It wasn't her intention to become a tramp. It's just that she got tired of watching her husband disappear into other women's trailers and wanted to get even with him. The book is almost like a warning label to be placed on trailer parks. This was probably quite risqué for the time period.
The book is definitely meant for adult reading and the step by step description of Lenore and Jack's wedding night leaves little to the imagination. Lenore is a little taken aback by the free and easy life of trailer folk and how couples seemed to get together right after meeting. The book
was published in 1961, a few years before the free wheeling sixties. It almost prefaces the excesses of that era. Life in the trailer park wasn't all roses for Lenore. Within a week, she found that Harriet still had designs on her husband -- their new marriage notwithstanding - - and within eight days, Lenore found that Jack had already been unfaithful with a young blonde who didn't think it was a big deal. Within nine days, Lenore too became an adulterer just to even the score. This was not the life she had dreamed of.
Basically, an innocent newlywed moves into a trailer park and all the common prejudices about trailer parks ring true. All the men in the trailer park are on the prowl for this new girl. The older jaded women are trying to make time with her husband. After the booze starts flowing, everyone is jumping in and out of beds. It is, however, not altogether joyful for the protagonist as she ends up sad, jaded, disillusioned. It wasn't her intention to become a tramp. It's just that she got tired of watching her husband disappear into other women's trailers and wanted to get even with him. The book is almost like a warning label to be placed on trailer parks. This was probably quite risqué for the time period.
The book is definitely meant for adult reading and the step by step description of Lenore and Jack's wedding night leaves little to the imagination. Lenore is a little taken aback by the free and easy life of trailer folk and how couples seemed to get together right after meeting. The book
was published in 1961, a few years before the free wheeling sixties. It almost prefaces the excesses of that era. Life in the trailer park wasn't all roses for Lenore. Within a week, she found that Harriet still had designs on her husband -- their new marriage notwithstanding - - and within eight days, Lenore found that Jack had already been unfaithful with a young blonde who didn't think it was a big deal. Within nine days, Lenore too became an adulterer just to even the score. This was not the life she had dreamed of.
August 30, 2022
"The uncensored confessions of a trailer camp tramp."
Mrs. Lenore Martin is an innocent nineteen year-old bride whose expectations about love, marriage, and fidelity are upended when her husband Jack moves her to his libertine trailer park in New Jersey. Rather than monogamy and "till death do us part", she is inducted into a transient culture rife with drinking, lying, fighting, and bed-swapping (be it consensual or otherwise)…
Within the week Jack is sneaking around to afternoon trysts and late-night hook ups in the forest. It seems her husband has dark, insatiable needs for other women--lots of other women--and the only way Lenore knows to cope is to strike out with infidelities of her own….
"Look, you got a great guy for a husband. And for a girl who had her virginity when she got married, you picked a crackerjack. That guy's an ace in bed. Let me tell you, straight from the horse's mouth, because he was with me a dozen times and I never had it any better from anybody. In fact I kind of miss it, so any time you feel like letting me crawl into the sack with Jack, you just let me know. And you can get it from my old man and I won't squawk at all, because turnabout's fair play."
The camp may seem fun and carefree on the surface, but there are consequences to letting loose too many untamed passions. It can lead to jealousy, violence, and maybe even murder…
Robert Silverberg wrote this in 1962 under the nom de plume Loren Beauchamp. I like to believe its existence was inspired by the Andrew Shaw novel Trailer Trollop the year before (actually written by Lawrence Block) as it develops the same theme. Silverberg's take is more melodramatic than Block's semi-cheerful romp.
PlanetMonk Books has reissued it for the first time in 60 years under their pulp crime imprint. They preserved the original cover art by Paul Radar. It is less lurid but somehow every bit as eye-popping as any other Midwood cover.
This is the second time Robert Silverberg used this title for one of his pseudonymous novels. The first Sin on Wheels came out in 1960 with the name Don Elliott on the front cover; it apparently had something to do with a driving school.
2.5 stars.
Mrs. Lenore Martin is an innocent nineteen year-old bride whose expectations about love, marriage, and fidelity are upended when her husband Jack moves her to his libertine trailer park in New Jersey. Rather than monogamy and "till death do us part", she is inducted into a transient culture rife with drinking, lying, fighting, and bed-swapping (be it consensual or otherwise)…
Within the week Jack is sneaking around to afternoon trysts and late-night hook ups in the forest. It seems her husband has dark, insatiable needs for other women--lots of other women--and the only way Lenore knows to cope is to strike out with infidelities of her own….
"Look, you got a great guy for a husband. And for a girl who had her virginity when she got married, you picked a crackerjack. That guy's an ace in bed. Let me tell you, straight from the horse's mouth, because he was with me a dozen times and I never had it any better from anybody. In fact I kind of miss it, so any time you feel like letting me crawl into the sack with Jack, you just let me know. And you can get it from my old man and I won't squawk at all, because turnabout's fair play."
The camp may seem fun and carefree on the surface, but there are consequences to letting loose too many untamed passions. It can lead to jealousy, violence, and maybe even murder…
Robert Silverberg wrote this in 1962 under the nom de plume Loren Beauchamp. I like to believe its existence was inspired by the Andrew Shaw novel Trailer Trollop the year before (actually written by Lawrence Block) as it develops the same theme. Silverberg's take is more melodramatic than Block's semi-cheerful romp.
PlanetMonk Books has reissued it for the first time in 60 years under their pulp crime imprint. They preserved the original cover art by Paul Radar. It is less lurid but somehow every bit as eye-popping as any other Midwood cover.
This is the second time Robert Silverberg used this title for one of his pseudonymous novels. The first Sin on Wheels came out in 1960 with the name Don Elliott on the front cover; it apparently had something to do with a driving school.
2.5 stars.
March 14, 2022
> "...it's a disappointment."
Its a lot of unrepentant sinners, just coming off the Puritanical 1950s. While adultery happened in the 50s, in 1950s book publishing the wages of sin are death. Bad people must come to bad ends. Aside from local morals and preachers, the Post Office was under pressure to eliminate smut. Having a "moral" ending made it more like literature than a dirty-book.
This ending is more like a damp washrag. Doesn't do much for anybody. Not a serious attempt at a solution.
In his defense (not that he needs one) Silverberg wasn't writing for the ages. He was trying to cover his debts after an upset in the SciFi market. As fast as possible. Still a little odd that the publisher let all that sinning go 95% unpunished (one guy gets beat near to death), but Midwood was pushing the envelopes.
And BTW: the "dirty parts" are mostly in your dirty mind. There's a lot of bulging breasts and couple of nipples and a "pinwheeling excitement" but the language is suggestive not explicit.
Its a lot of unrepentant sinners, just coming off the Puritanical 1950s. While adultery happened in the 50s, in 1950s book publishing the wages of sin are death. Bad people must come to bad ends. Aside from local morals and preachers, the Post Office was under pressure to eliminate smut. Having a "moral" ending made it more like literature than a dirty-book.
This ending is more like a damp washrag. Doesn't do much for anybody. Not a serious attempt at a solution.
In his defense (not that he needs one) Silverberg wasn't writing for the ages. He was trying to cover his debts after an upset in the SciFi market. As fast as possible. Still a little odd that the publisher let all that sinning go 95% unpunished (one guy gets beat near to death), but Midwood was pushing the envelopes.
And BTW: the "dirty parts" are mostly in your dirty mind. There's a lot of bulging breasts and couple of nipples and a "pinwheeling excitement" but the language is suggestive not explicit.
March 16, 2025
Sleazy, awkward, and yet uninteresting? It is hard to see that this is written by the skilled Robert Silverberg, as it lacks any of the defining features of the author. Obviously a quick paycheck, there is little actual plot and relies heavily on titillation and shock while no characters motivations make any sense. The steamy scenes weren't even graphic for the time period and it felt like it was some kind of fictional expose on a subculture based rumor and heresay. Like something that would have been much shorter and published in some lurid magazine of the time. Certainly a pass even for fans of sleazy pulp and trash fiction.
April 6, 2025
So glad I read another review that stated the author was actually a man, as the descriptions of the females were significantly more elaborate than the males, especially during the strip poker scene where nothing about the male anatomy was remarked about. I know this is pulp and not a harlequin romance (so no expectation for quivering members) but makes me wonder who this was marketed to. Being drawn to the cover art, I was hoping for a more honest and open presentation of sexuality within the characters but knowing the book was written in 1962, the bar wasn't set too high and really lives within the time that it was published.
July 24, 2018
Has that 50s sense of propriety
If you like these types of nostalgic paperbacks your in for a treat. Written with restless energy against a right or wrong morality.
If you like these types of nostalgic paperbacks your in for a treat. Written with restless energy against a right or wrong morality.
September 1, 2019
It’s exactly what it says on the cover. No more.
June 2, 2020
Great read but ended on a very disappointing note.
November 15, 2023
Nothing too fancy just trashy, sleazy fun. Plays out like a drive in sexploitation film.
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January 9, 2013This book is more sad than anything, and it's more complicated than I was expecting. It tinges fantasy with slaps of reality: realistic descriptions of bodies blended with idealized ones, real emotional responses interlaced with fantasy impulse decisions, emotional consequences of dalliances interspersed with disregard for those consequences, etc. But I still like the cover art, and I still like the title, especially as it makes me think of derby.
June 11, 2012
Pulpy erotic goodness from Silverberg between writing pulpy SF and... not pulpy SF. I don't know if the typos are from Silverberg not rewriting or from whoever typed it out for Kindle. Anyway, it was a silly book with two dimensional characters, but still managed to have a very true message to it. I might have to get the journal with the wonderful Paul Rader cover art. I mean, the covers are the reason to have vintage pulp, and the Kindle defeats that.
October 16, 2013
A quick interesting read about some sexual needy people in a trailer park, a sleazy look into the Pulp world of yesterday. Not very elaborate character building but hey it's just a fun pulp read. A bit tough to find anymore but thankfully I found it now with a bunch more of seedy Pulps on Google Books since Amazon seems to have removed them. Well worth $1.00
November 4, 2013
Fun old book read
March 27, 2019
Pretty light reading about a trailer park for swingers.
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