Drag Me Down

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Too Lovely To Forget — Too Dangerous To Love

From the back:

A behind-the-scenes novel of the glamorous world of the summer theater; Where Hollywood starts come to pick up a fast buck, and stay for fly-by-night fun. Where has-been actresses meet new would-be lovers, and find their passionate romances are no more permanent than the sultry vacation season.

And where an indiscreet press agent’s stormy backstage affair with an onstage temptress can violently ring down the curtain on two tempestuous careers.

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Down And Out

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She was like all the others… a young female desperately in need of money, with nothing to offer in the way of collateral except herself!

From the back:

A Little Something On Account

“You have to give me more time,” she pleaded. “I’ll be able to pay next week, I swear. Please, if my husband finds out about this loan, he’ll… well,. I just don’t know what he’d do.”
“I’d have to have a special reason for bending the rules,” he replied softly, allowing his gaze to travel down the length of her ripe body. “Very special.”
Awareness crept into her eyes and color flooded her pale cheeks. She hung her head for a moment and trembled. Then, wetting her lips, she glanced over at the couch and door.
He smiled and rose from behind the desk. “I’ll lock it so we won’t be disturbed.”
The young housewife nodded listlessly and began to unbutton the front of her well-filled blouse.

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It’s Raining More Corpses in Chinatown

It's Raining More Corpses in Chinatown

A 2001 compilation of classic Yellow Peril stories.

Remember Fu Manchu?

With his army of Dacoit footpads, trained killer apes and poisonous creepy-crawlies, Sax Rohmer’s maleficent Devil Doctor held the reading world in thrall for half a century.

Fu Manchu’s glory years were the twenties and thirties–that fascinating interval between the two Great Wars. Innocence and ignorance weren’t mortal sins then. It was a smaller world, less complex, when houses had attics full of memories and old books, where you could sit and thrill to Tales of Chinatown and The Yellow Claw.

If the world view these fictions portrayed was simplistic and even jingoistic, it was a factor that seldom bothered homebodies of the Great Depression. For them, such remote and unglimpsed locations as China, the South Seas, India, and the jungled lands of Africa and South America existed as mere backdrops to tales of vicarious adventure.

This was the circumscribed world in which so-called Yellow Peril fiction thrived. The Chinese, or “Chinamen” as most Americans called them, had come to the New World as coolies to supply cheap labor for mining camps and railroads. By the 1870’s Asian ghettoized communities emerged in the heart of several cities: claustrophobic shadow worlds of serpentine streets and narrow alleys, soon identified as Chinatowns. While Westerners may have admired Chinese culture and tradition from a distance, our press chose to emphasize the most superficial and sensational aspects of Chinese life up close. Stories of bloody tong wars, opium smuggling, white slavery, hatchetmen, and gambling dens appeared frequently in luridly inventive newspaper accounts. The incorporation of these lip-smacking elements into the stew of pulp fiction proved irresistible.

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