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Hack wrote this in a fit of anger after his cover artist Jonny M. told him about the debauched weekend he spent on his friend Jesse Merlin’s yacht, to which Hack was pointedly not invited. Hack tried to make it a bleak tale about the empty lives of the super-rich, a sentiment undercut by his launching into a self-indulgent tirade every five pages about how much he wanted to go.
Hack tried to reimagine the monthly poker games he played at his publisher John Kane’s studio apartment in the early 1960s as taking place in the glamorous world of a Monte Carlo casino. The result was an outlandish story about people walking around in white dinner jackets and floor-length evening gown playing Texas Hold ‘Em and drinking beer until a fistfight broke out over who had the biggest genitalia. It was critically panned but sold well to Hack’s core readership, who felt that he was telling their story.
Hack became obsessed with motorcycle gangs after he bought a used Vespa scooter in 1967 and fancied himself quite the hellraiser. He and some other “biker” friends watched Marlon Brando in “The Wild Ones,” got excited and tried taking over a small town. They spent the weekend in jail until one of his friend’s mother bailed them out. The Vespa was stolen a few weeks later by a gang of roving bicycle thieves.
Gorgeous prostitutes start vanishing from the city, interesting no one but the hero (who Hack had such little interest in as a character that he didn’t even give him a name) and his faithful dog. It turns out the prostitutes are being kept in a barge that will transport them to the private island of the evil warlord Vlad Werkowski (Hack’s father’s real name) where they will live out their lives as sex slaves. The prostitutes bide their time in the ship’s hull having lesbian sex until the tide turns so that they can begin their journey but just as it does, the hero and his dog creep onboard to beat the living daylights out of the crew and release the girls. The prostitutes thank him with a massive orgy.
It’s not as good as it sounds.
A pilot crashes his plan on a small island populated entirely by sex-starved gorgeous women during WWII and takes turns having sex with each of them until Nazis show up looking for him. The women then buy the pilot time to escape by having sex with the Nazis. That’s pretty much the whole story. The rest is just 178 pages of sex scenes. It sold well in the Bible Belt.
Hack decided to write an adventure novel based on the sexual exploits of his cover artist Jonny M. in an attempt to deal with his jealous rage over Jonny’ success with the fair sex while Hack glumly masturbated in his van. To Hack’s astonishment, the book was a runaway best seller that his publisher John Kane insisted he turn into a series and netted Jonny even greater popularity with the ladies. Hack’s only reward was that he was able to re-read the book while glumly masturbating in his van.
Hack was still so turned on by the beating his friend Rosanna De Candia gave him that inspired “Madam Rosie” that when he got out of the hospital, he started annoying her so that she would do it again. The result was this novel.
Hack got in an argument with his friend Rosanna De Candia which ended in her pummeling the living hell out of him. This turned Hack on more than he could say so he wrote this book from his hospital bed.
Hack begged his producer John Kane for years to let him appear in the cheap porn flicks shot in Kane’s Van Nuys garage, but the most Kane would ever do is let Hack work the clap board before takes and occasionally serve as a fluffer. He turned those experiences into this highly fanciful novel in which a Catholic schoolgirl starts at the bottom of the porn industry and cuts a ruthless path to becoming the biggest star in the business. The character of Bruno Rathburn, the fabulously successful porn star whose genitals are so huge that any actress who performs in a sex scene with him runs the risk of being cut in half, was clearly based on Hack himself. He later admitted in interviews that being a porn star was his dream life and he deeply resented Kane for not allowing him to live it.
Before he took the job as night janitor at Shakey’s Pizza Parlour that he held for over fifty years, Hack briefly made ends meet as an errand boy at a corporate headquarters where he claimed that he was passed around by the female executives as a sex toy. The story breaks down when you realize that he was there in 1960 where there were no such thing as female executives but Hack tended to get violent if challenged on the subject, so it’s best to just let it go. Anyway, Hack claims that this book is based on his experiences there.