His name was Handsome. Girls hungered for him. Women followed wherever he went — and he went as far as he could go
His name was Handsome. Girls hungered for him. Women followed wherever he went — and he went as far as he could go
July in L.A. — when any man could get burned, especially if he got too close to a starlet named Nola
A rough, tense novel of murder, sex, narcotics and relentless detective work by a new type of private eye
A purposeful tale of intrigue and suspense, love and violence, deep in the Malayan jungle
Bart Hardin, Broadway’s murder expert, solves the puzzle of the goosefeathers, the corpse, and the murderer who wasn’t there
Is that a portrait of Sophia Loren?
My best translation of the cover text is:
Two young men, a painter and a poet, waited for the ship “Constitution” with the ex-empress Soraya on board, in a small boat . The painter had his picture titled “The Sad Princess,” and the poet an ode to her. They hoped to be noticed and invited on board, but the sea was so strong the small ship was tipped over, the two men swam for their lives, and the picture sank. By then Constitution was very far…