Stanley Morgan - The Debt Collector (Mayflower, 1970, 1971)
Hi, remember me?
Ex-sewing-machine salesman Russ Tobin, now working for Karefree Kredit Inkorporated collecting debts. Rum crowd, debtors. Take Joanne, twenty-nine, widowed two years - a lively little sparkler who pays her debt ten times over and how! Then I have to go and tumble down a flight of stairs, land up in hospital and lose my job.
Anyway, I meet this great guy, The King of Swingers -Tony Dane - in commercials - invites me down to London. Pack my bags, have a last bash at my landlady's desirable daughter and off to the Smoke. What a place! Land up with a crowd of scrumptious strippers and LIFE starts all over again. Then I get into commercials myself ... birds, birds and more birds ... Where will it all end?
You haven't heard the end of lusty Russ Tobin, the most willing Don Juan ever to scorch his way across the pages of a novel - not by a long chalk.
Stanley Morgan, author of THE SEWING MACHINE MAN, THE DEBT COLLECTOR and OCTOPUS HILL, man of many parts! Actor, TV commentator, and author! Previously bank clerk, salesman, debt collector and tobacco farmer! A man whose experience across many continents brings refreshing real insight to his writing.
Ha! here we go! Donated by the ever charming bride of demonik - say hello to the nice people, dear - who picked it up for 30p along Brick Lane purely on the strength of the tasteful cover photo because *raises eyes to the heavens* "I know you go in for appalling rubbish like that."
Franklin made a start on the Stanley Morgan titles at the old place, and it is to be hoped that he'll transfer his cracking review across. In the meantime, here's a bonus super Stan the Man cover to cheer us all up!
Phew! I'd best go lock meself in an industrial freezer and cool down some!
From the first, I set myself against "literature"; the story was the thing, and no amount of style could persuade me to select a story that lacked genuine, unadulterated horror. For those who wanted something high-brow there was plenty.
Post by franklinmarsh on Feb 27, 2009 21:03:31 GMT
Preceding 'Timothy Lea' by around three years, Russ Tobin made his entrance in this classic. First published in 1968, and becoming paperback in 1969, it inaugurated a best-selling series of Russ's amorous adventures. Check out Stan's website - it's great! The interviews are terrific (and give an insight into the sometimes less than wonderful world of British paperback publishing). You can't help feeling sorry for the poor bloke tho'. After the success of the website, he was coerced by fans into writing a new Russ novel - the first in years. Tobin Goes Cuckoo - set in a retirement home.Stan and his wife were running a retirement home - execs of which were less than pleased and promptly sacked the pair. How unfair! I wrote to the lads who set the website up to congratulate them and rave about The Fly Boys - my favourite Stan novel. He replied with a marvellous email. He cares about his fans in that great GNS way. I need to write to him again methinks. I'd read one Tobin (Down Under) after discovering the site, and although I enjoyed it I didn't think it was as pure fun as the Tim stuff. The Sewing Machine Man is a terrific story tho'. Scene-setting and dated in a great way, Russ's innocence is a refreshing change - the ladies just fall into bed with him - he can't help it. Lucky s*d. It's not all plain sailing - he leaves his boring office job to try his hand at selling. Of course, the salesmen work on commission and there's a few dodges to be learned. A visit to a slum dwelling with a battered wife is pretty grim and his first appointment (at a wedding) is a nightmare. But overall it's a feel-good story. Alfie without the abortionist. And Double Diamond (in Moffatt-style italics) is mentioned. I'll be returning to Russ's many adventures (and some of Stan's other stuff) whenever I can get hold of it - and get time to read it!
My late mum was a cleaner for a fairly well to do family for about 15 or so years, spanning the late 60s to the mid 80s. As they were often absent, my mum would take me with her when she was cleaning, with the full permission of the family, of course. Now, the mother and father had a bookcase full of paperbacks, which I would happily flick through. They had several Pan Horrors, Alistair MacLeans, Agatha Christies and so forth, but there was also a Stanley Morgan, The Sewing Machine Man. I remember wondering what the heck was this? I didn't read it all the way through, but just a few bits and pieces. I was only 11 and at that age it didn't really interest me that much--the Pans and MacLeans seemed so much more exciting, so, up until now, that has been my only exposure to Stanley Morgan. As an aside, there was also a copy of Fanny Hill in that bookcase, which I never even opened, but thought what a funny title.