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Nostalgia for the 42nd Street of the 1970s. From the Erotic Review Archives (first published in ER: 30 September 2000).

We may hate Disney for many things: the xenophobic racism of old Walt’s hiring policies, the ‘family-orientated’ banality of its cartoons, the destruction-cum-dumbing down of as any children’s classics as its millions can buy, but, for those whose reading matter requires but a single hand, its greatest sin is the destruction of 42nd Street, New York City and especially the blocks between 6th and 8th Avenues. Prior to their gelding by the Mouse, what a cornucopia of delight those seedy blocks offered the pornophile. Nowhere more than in the numberless ‘bookshops’, wherein one found piled high and sold cheap the wondrous products of the real-life version of Orwell’s Pornosec, the ranks of paperback stroke books. The heyday of such publications, the 1970s, followed on the liberalization of America’s censorship laws, and for a blissful decade the titles rolled from the presses and into the mac pockets of their purchasers. Companion Books, the Rear Window Series, Patch Pocket Books, the Carlton Library, Greenleaf Classics, the Kennel Club (so unlike the home life . .  ), the distinctly misplaced Liverpool Library Press (hommage, perhaps, to the Fab Four’s ‘Paperback Writer’) and many others.

Reading, some decades ago, the memoirs of a porn-book hack, it appeared that one sat, as in a schoolroom,, at rows of typewriter-laden desks, starting the day by going to the front of the ‘class’ to choose a title. These were arrayed, with suitable (and highly repetitive) plotlines attached, in  boxes. The choice was yours. But checking through the titles, they seem distinctly reminiscent of those jokey ‘create your own jargon’ tables, in which nouns and adjectives are listed in columns, open to a pick and mix selection –­ any trio making a suitable phrase. Thus too Pornosec titling.

Looking at those books, what strikes the lexicographer is how incredibly narrow is the vocabulary of titillation. There were nearly ten thousand titles in all, but the range of words that were set above the obligatory cover drawing, hinting at fantasies within, is very constrained. Running down a list of all ten thousand, it is instructive to see how few are the fantasies that set men’s hands en route to their wallet and thence their prick. The taxonomy of Eros, at least in masturbatory form, is a far from many-splendoured thing.

Top of any list comes the family: some 586 titles (The Family Eats OutFamily Reunion, Coming with the Family, etc.). And its preferred member; Mom, who features some 1008 times. Sister is similarly enthusiastic (428 titles) althoughbrother only makes it to 107. There are 556 daughters (but a mere 99 sons) and while auntie pitches in at 198 appearances, uncle is positively celibate at 27. Dad’s also a second-rater with 146 as is nephew with a mere ten. Niece, on the other hand, gets in for 148, mainly, for whatever reason, of a painful sort (Bondage Slave NieceWhipped Young NieceLeather-bound Niece). At one remove the neighbours are ever-popular, with 257 shots at fame. Wivesbrides andnewlyweds, dedicated to these less than New Labourite family values, turn up in around 1000 adventures. Virgins, invariably hotnaughty and overwhelmed with eager urges, bid farewell to their hymens on 136 occasions. Nymphos, with no need for restraint, come on the scene 44 times; swappers 48. Incest, bringing all these happy families together, claims 133.

As for proper names, few are specified, the anonymous family circle provides primary nomenclature, but how strenuous are the efforts of Linda (20 titles), Jill (8), Cindy and Candy (11 per head) to satisfy our lusts. Kelly, Phoebe, Jenny, Jane and Sally do their solo bit. Job descriptions, however, are common. Teacher seems an especial favourite (381 titles), followed by nurse (124), secretary (94), waitress (21) and farmer (19). More surprising, though each unto their own, natch, are the 76 librariansLine Up for the LibrarianThe Angry Librarian, Lash the Librarian!Chained, Whipped LibrariansThe Librarian Licks Big Ones and the pleasingly punful The Overdue Librarian to name a few. Clergymen feature 42 times (The Evangelist’s Wife in HellPreacher’s Wife in Bondage and Sex Sated Minister), although nanny, but this is America after all, makes it but half a dozen times. Music teacher (as in Ravaged Music Teacher) and mechanic(Naughty Lady Mechanic) are one-offs.

Erectile adjectives, coded for tumescence, are perhaps most limited of all. Hot adorns some 1029 titles (including hot to trot), while eager and over-eager take in 155 more. Naughty appears 341 times, urge 100, horny 416. Their combinations are endless, often in tandem: Mommy’s Horny UrgesHorny Naughty Nun, Eager Hot Teacher and the like. Open (21),wide (65) and spread (105) leave little to the imagination. Verbs are almost non-existent, other than the ever popular suck, which rates 223 appearances (blow has 20), including the strenuous Sucking, Spanking Family and the tongue – itself 11 mentions – twisting She Sold Suck Jobs). Fetishists get their share: panties and hot pants make 145 front covers, there are 28 golden showers, 127 slaves, 105 bondage (plus 91 chains) and 26 torture. VS Pritchett has observed that all best-sellers operate on the basis of procrastinated rape: these slim vols. have no need for procrastination. Heroines are, as ever, asking for it and rape (with its classier synonyms ravagedefile and violate) comes up 215 times. Gangs bang for 45. And then there are pets. Usually dogs (Divorcee’s DoggieValley of the Dogs and Dog Show Girl) among whom Great Danes are especially cherished. The traditional affections of girls for horses rates 55 stories, donkeys get nine and goats (Daughter Gets the Goat) four.

Finally the gay scene. On this menu chicken , i.e. an underage boy, is the dish of choice: Whipped Chickens,  Chicken Master and Dirt Road Chicken are three of many, while its antithesis, stud, is good for 91. (As for the dirt road, it has its place, e.g. Butting In On Mom.) Buddies are popular, as are cowboys and ranchersmarines and cops (Copsucker). Unclemakes most of his appearances here.

For all the simplicity of its language (like Cleland’s Fanny Hill, these titles, other in the endless double entendres, display barely a smidgeon of obscenity), this was a world of rigid rules. The porn-fans jargon as it were and what you saw was definitely what you get. These titles preach directly to the converted, the cognoscenti. Buttons are pressed, and sex-hungrymen, their nastyr habits uncontrolled, jump to Pavlov’s tune.They know what they want and, to play a little with H.L. Mencken’s remark in re the masses and democracy, deserved to get it good and hard.

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