There once was a wonderful period in the history of American publishing when writers and publishers were rebelling against the Mrs. Grundies of censorship -- and many of them paid the price for it by going to jail. We call that period the Eisenhower 50s. But by 1961 even the censors themselves saw the stupidity (or futility) of their ways and brave writers like Jim Harmon and Ron Haydock were pushing the envelope of sexuality with larger and thicker prods. It was a time of freedom and civil rights so of course someone had to see just how far one could go. It's human nature. But it wasn't just words that were now free -- it was ideas.

Like the idea of an obnoxious, but sultry, wench wanting something a little more spicy than a brutish man for her plaything. Something perhaps a little more . . . dangerous. More . . . simian. And where else but Mexico could she go for such a hirsute toy?

And that's just half of this double novel of exquisitely feral sleaze. Read R.T. Elkin's introduction to get a historical slant on the two novels by Jim Harmon and Ron Haydock and then dive, headfirst, into the raw text itself of the two books that have been denied to all but the most discriminating collector for over 45 years. It's a pool of lust you may have trouble climbing out of. But as I said: There's sleaze -- and then there's sleaze.