Ed Topliss has a problem.
Two and a half years ago, he was approached by a publishing executive of dubious credentials, who said, “If you can write a grammatical letter, you can write a sex novel.” Since then, Topliss (who also writes under...
Practically everybody will remember Bingo and Handsome, partners in the International Foto, Motion Picture and Television Corporation of America (or, to put it more bluntly, street photographers), whose earlier adventures were related in The Sunday...
Lysistrata paced restlessly in the garden, nervously plucking at leaves. It had been seven months since she had seen her husband, Lycon — since he had left her to go off to war. Seven months of lonely days and empty nights — of aching heart and...
Branson, Missouri, is the home of Country Music, USA. Its main drag is lined with theaters housing such luminaries as Roy Clark, Loretta Lynn, and Merle Haggard — but you’d better get there early because the late show’s at eight. Branson is...
Supporting one and a half families is not the ideal situation for a man who makes his living as a writer... unless he comes up with a book so certain to be a bestseller that he doesn’t have to worry about money ever again. (Or maybe Mary will find...
In 1977, one of the world’s finest crime novelists turned his pen to suspense of a very different sort — and the results have never been published, until now.
Fans of mystery fiction have often pondered whether it would be possible to write...
London, 1936. Gordon Comstock has declared war on the money god; and Gordon is losing the war. Nearly 30 and ‘rather moth-eaten already,’ a poet whose one small book of verse has fallen ‘flatter than any pancake,’ Gordon has given up a...