Capture Summer Hotel Designed By Orrie Hitt PDF

one is quite reminiscent of The Postman Always Rings Twice because the narrator blindly and uncontrollably chases after the wife at a husband and wife operated hotel.
Of course he is also chasing after every other woman with a pulse, in between bouts of drunkenness and anger set off by as much as a sideways glance “You looking at me!”, so this is more than a one track story and there are some interesting plot twists in the last third that kick in just when the

storyline threatens to go stale.
Set in Sullivan County, NY, Hitt has some great, and accurate, descriptions of the Catskills lost latesera, The main character gets fired from a diner aftergoes missing from till, and he goes to work in the late spring getting a summer bungalow colony ready to open.
Great story, but falls down toward the end, Good old predictable pulp. Ah, from the depth of the pulp rack at the used book store comes another gem! I found out after purchasing this gem based on the ridiculous cover art, title and plot blurb that Orrie Hitt was not only one of the most prolific porn/pulp writers of his time but he was also one of the best.
After finding this out I was looking forward to a read that would not only good old fashioned pulp trash but might also actually be a good read on the merits of the writing I was not disappointed.


There is no way around the fact that this is a racy book obviously quickly written, The story is predictable, the characters transparent and things, at times, are a little corny but there is something there beyond that, This book manages to have a little more depth to it than most similar books from the it's era, You really get a feel for the whole thing that delves much deeper into the how and the why of the story than usual in books like this,

Orrie Edwin Hitt was born in Colchester and died from cancer in a VA hospital in Montrose, NY, He married Charlotte Tucker in Pt Jervis, NY a small town upstate where he became a lifelong resident, on Valentines Day,, Orrie Charlotte hadkidsJoyce, Margaret, David Nancy, He was under, taking ainseam, which his wife altered because no one sold pants so short, Hitt wrote maybebooks. He wasnt sure. “Im no adding machine”, he answered on the back cover of his book Naked Flesh, when asked how many hed written, “All I do is write, I usually start atin the morning, takeminutes for lunch continue until aboutin the afternoon, ” Hitt wrote a novel everyweeks in his prime, typing overwpm, “His fastest Orrie Edwin Hitt was born in Colchester and died from cancer in a VA hospital in Montrose, NY, He married Charlotte Tucker in Pt Jervis, NY a small town upstate where he became a lifelong resident, on Valentines Day, ', Orrie Charlotte hadkidsJoyce, Margaret, David Nancy, He was under, taking a' inseam, which his wife altered because no one sold pants so short, Hitt wrote maybebooks. He wasnt sure. “Im no adding machine”, he answered on the back cover of his book Naked Flesh, when asked how many hed written, “All I do is write, I usually start atin the morning, takeminutes for lunch continue until aboutin the afternoon, ” Hitt wrote a novel everyweeks in his prime, typing overwpm, “His fastest best works were produced when he was allowed to type whatever he wanted,” said his children, “His slowest works were produced when publishers insisted on a certain kind of novel, extra spicy etc, ”Most of Hitts books were PBOs, He also wrote some hardcovers, Pseudonyms include Kay Addams, Joe Black, Roger Normandie, Charles Verne Nicky Weaver, Publishers include Avon, Beacon later Softcover Library, Chariot, Domino Lancer, Ember Library, Gaslight, Key Publishing, Kozy, MacFadden, Midwood, Novel, P, E. C, Red Lantern, Sabre, Uni books, Valentine Books, Vantage Press, Vest Pocket Wisdom House, He wrote in the adults only genre, Many of such writers were hacks, using thin plots as an excuse to throw tits ass between covers for a quick buck, Others used the genre as a stepping stone to legitimate writing, later dismissing this part of their career, There were few like Hitt, whose writing left an original, idiosyncratic lasting mark even beyond the horizons of 's mids adult publishing, What made him unique was his belief he was writing realistically about the needs desires, the brutality both verbal physical, the hypocritical lives inside the suburban tracts houses the limited economic opportunities for women that lay beneath the glossy, Super Cinecolor, Father Knows Best surface of American life.
He studied what he wrote about, Wanting to write about a nudist camp, he went to one tho “he wouldn't disrobe”, His research allowed him to write convincingly, S. Stryker, in her Queer Pulp: Perverted Passions from the Golden Age of the Paperback, says, “Only one actual lesbian, Kay Addams, writing as Orrie Hitt, is known to have churned out semipornographic sleaze novels for a predominantly male audience.
” She thought “Orrie Hitt” a pseudonym, “Kay Addams” a real lesbian author! Orried like that one, It wasnt just about sex, It was also about guts, “The characters,” Hitts protagonista movie producer complimenting a screenwriter on her worksays in the novel Man Hungry Female, “were very real, red blooded people who tore at the guts of life.
Thats what Im after. Guts. ” If anyone knew about guts, it was him, Life started out tough for Hitt, His father committed suicide when he was, “Dad seldom spoke of his father, who'd committed suicide, because it was a very unpleasant chapter in his life,” said his children, After Fathers death, Orrie his mother moved to Forestburgh, NY, where they worked for a hunting fishing club, He started doing chores for wealthy members for,hourly. Management offered him a better job later, at,hourly. Eventually, he became club caretaker supervisor, “Dad talked a lot about working as a child to help his mother make ends meet,” his children recalled, “He wanted his children to have a better life while growing up, ”Tragedy struck Hitt again during those years, His children explain: “Dads mom died at her sisters house on the club property during an ice storm, so Dad walked to the house to get his mother carried her back to his car" sitelink.