The Self Lover

by John Dexter, Neil Elliott Blum

This classic 1966 gay pulp paperback has been digitized by the author’s family. John Dexter was a pen name used by many authors. This novel was actually written by Neil Elliott Blum.He was tormented by his own emotions! Madness Masquerade... ...Drake and Burton decked out in leather and looking more like renegade motorcyclists than schoolteachers, approached the Kieth mansion. One way or another, they would get the film, and they didn’t care who got hurt in the…. BLACKMAIL BLOW-UP! “Come, my lover,” Kieth murmured huskily, as the music neared its climax, and Drake let himself be led to that huge wide bed, the sheets of which had already been drawn—so inviting, so white, so pure and soft, so caressing.“I love you,” Kieth continued as he drew Drake down beside him, his lips brushing Drake’s shoulder, nuzzling the soft, orange-furred nook of the quivering armpit.Drake’s head lolled to one side, an arm hiding his feverishly blushing face, his entire body yearning against its very will for some desperately forbidden and unknown fulfillment. And then Kieth’s hand reached for the pull-rope. The canopy of the four- poster was drawn away, and now the mirrored ceiling witnessed and faithfully depicted for the hidden, whirring motion picture camera the entwined and shuddering bodies on the bed of the dominator and helpless victim, as at the final strains of the recording, Drake echoed the music’s brooding cry of unknown rapture.

Genres: Historical

157 pages, Kindle Edition

Published May 13, 2018

About the author

A pseudonym used by Harry Whittington, Lawrence Block, Marion Zimmer Bradley, John Coleman, Arthur Jean Cox, Richard Curtis, Harvey Hornwood, Al James, William Knoles, Jack Moskovitz, Milo Perichitch, Arthur Plotnik, Robert Silverberg, George Henry Smith, Donald Westlake, Hugh Zachary, among others.

Reviews

[Aussie54]

Oh boy. I thought I’d give this a go, as I’ve read a lot about classic pulp books from the 60’s. This book should come with a warning for the possibly triggering rape scene, and drink spiking, along with the plentiful amount of typos, turgid prose and changing character points of view. I managed to read through the first half, but then skipped to the end. Goodness knows what happened in those passed over pages.

The author appeared to have a thing (not in a good way) about women and their breasts. Quote: “Beneath her pink suit, it was apparent that Elaine Smythe’s immense breasts sagged almost to her navel. He could imagine her with her clothes off, but he didn’t want to. He knew there would be rolls of fat and atrophied muscle in all of the most offensive of places, where women who fail to stay exercised are most affected.”

His prospective landlady is described as “a fat bloated old hag”, with “baggy jowls and eyes, old robe cast slovenly about her squalid body, ill-concealing the heavy breasts as they sagged.”

What an eye-opener. Approach this book with caution, or avoid it all together.

[Adam Dunn · Rating 2 out of 5]

Typos abound. It's not enough to do a spell check, you have to proof read the book.
At least the hero didn't turn straight at the end like most books before 1968. Not much plot, lots of sexual prose from a time when you couldn't say a lot of words, leaving you sometimes wondering what is happening.

[⚣Michaelle⚣]

Book actually published first in 1966; leaving note for myself for challenges (hoping I see it) because info reflects 2018 pub date only.