Sometimes all I wanna do is read 1950s/60s Orrie Hitt softcore novels about lecherous doctors banging their receptionists and worried women wondering if they loved or loathed that first lesbian encounter back in the rooming house. Hitt’s stories really capture, with compassion and insight, the feeling of desperation on so many levels–emotional, sexual, financial, and societal. A great realistic novelist in the humble guise of a “crank-till-you-croak” drugstore paperback scribe. My kinda guy.
I’ve read four of his novels so far: the two below, just finished, as well as his first I’ll Call Every Monday and his proto-Mad Men advertising jungle novel Rotten to the Core. You know what I mean if you’re a vintage paperback fan like me. His terrific work just pulls you in and you forget your own troubles for awhile. And those covers!! Like Sheba, painted by Rudy Nappi. So read Orrie Hitt’s novels. You can find them inexpensively on Kindle if you don’t want to hunt down the original paperbacks. Or start by reading about him, here, this is a good introduction. And here, a fine deeper dive.