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Post by hugegadjit on Apr 28, 2008 21:56:17 GMT
Black Prince... Chane... Blaze... I'se read 'em, suh! (yeah, I know, sorry!!!). Guilty fun, or dodgy relics of a phase of popular culture best forgotten??
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Post by bushwick on May 26, 2008 11:14:15 GMT
I used to have pristine copies of some of the NEL ones when i was younger, 'Black Stud', 'Voodoo Queen'. Robert Tralins? Would love to find 'em again, they must be knocking about at my ma's somewhere. Wasn't a big afficionado of true pulp dirt back then, but remember skimming one and there was a truly horrible revenge attack described - a gang of thugs killed a girl with a massive carved wooden dildo, as punishment for going with one of the slaves.
By all accounts, a lot of these books are VERY off-key indeed, and hard to find too. Anyone got more info? think Justin knows a bit about this brief 'literary movement'?
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Post by redbrain on May 26, 2008 14:57:08 GMT
By all accounts, a lot of these books are VERY off-key indeed, and hard to find too. Anyone got more info? think Justin knows a bit about this brief 'literary movement'? That seems to bring literary movement uncomfortably close to bowel movement.
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Post by killercrab on May 26, 2008 15:24:34 GMT
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Post by benedictjjones on Jun 5, 2008 12:34:10 GMT
^some fantastic covers!
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Post by Dr Terror on Jun 8, 2008 21:55:23 GMT
I've only read one - Black Scarab by Norman Gant (MEWS). Some sex and violence, perhaps not as graphic as I though it might be, but overall a good historical read.
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Post by franklinmarsh on Jun 15, 2008 18:10:32 GMT
I know I shouldn't encourage this, but... Black Fury - Roger Blake - NEL December 1979 Yippee! Dick does Slavery! The good news? No use of the 'N' word. The bad news? Mr Moffatt's insistence that women enjoy rape. Of course this is fiction, and rather deliriously bad fiction at that, so if dodgy film maker John Waters could describe Herschell Gordon Lewis gore films as 'indefensible - therefore they're classics', if we overlook Jim's appalling lapse in taste, this scummy little potboiler is ..ermm...enjoyable in a so-bad-it's-good kinda way. From the titular overkill to the lurid Tony Masero cover this promises much, and you could say it delivers. Off to Montserrat 'the Emerald Isle' according to the Irish Catholic plantation owners. We're more concerned with Sir David Noble - English Protestant and dastard to boot. He's got a few problems. Sugar is his main crop - but competition from Brazil and Cuba, soil exhaustion and the anti-slavery movement are all thorns in his side. He lives in the obligatory mansion with his crippled second wife and is master of three hundred slaves. His strong-willed daughter by his second wife has been married to a homosexual who wants to escape to England and Negro overseer Joshua has revolutionary plans. This begin boiling nicely when Sir David attempts to ravish Joshua's woman, Hannah. Repulsed by his perverse tastes, she fights him off - only to face a whipping from a 'jumper' or travelling professional punisher. This is the catalyst Joshua needs to rouse the slaves. There then follows rape, decapitation,blood-drinking, male rape (which apparently isn't pleasant) , blood-mixed-with-rum-drinking (wot, no Seagrams?), gunfire and all manner of goin's-on. Moff stays a shade more coherent than say, Dracula And The etc , but is still over the top enough to fill his 125 pages with extraordinary and ludicrous images.
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