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Hack was devastated at the news of the death of Marilyn Monroe and refused to believe it, insisting that she had chose to leave the high stress world of movie stardom to follow her true calling as a sex slave in a sheik’s harem. This book got enough people to believe the ridiculous theory that he occasionally appears on crackpot radio shows asserting that she is alive and well and still servicing the amir’s son in her mid-90’s, “and doing a damned fine job of it.”
When Nancy Kulp of The Beverly Hillybillies ran as a Democrat for Pennsylvania’s Ninth Congressional District in 1984, she asked costar Buddy Ebsen to support her. But Ebsen, an ultra-conservative Republican, deemed Kulp “too liberal” and went so far as to record a radio commercial for her Republican opponent. The ploy cost Kulp the election and she didn’t speak to Ebsen for several years, although she ultimately made peace with him. Hack, however, considered it a dick move for one friend to pull on another and he never forgave Ebsen, writing this novel to smear his once-beloved reputation.
Hack kept hearing from his friends who work 9-5 jobs how much they hate Mondays, which didn’t register to him because to Hack, “every day was a waking nightmare.” So he thought that Mondays were some kind of bizarre monster and he based this sci-fi book on the idea. It sold well enough that he wrote two sequels, so I guess it wasn’t that nuts after all.
When Hack learned that his cover artist Jonny M. was having an affair with his celebrity crush Frances Fisher, he wrote this salacious tell-all designed to take them both down. As with all of Hack’s scheme, it backfired spectacularly as the book was an international best seller and Jonny and Ms. Fisher became more popular than ever. As for Hack, his publisher John Kane got all the profits from the novel and Hack was hit with massive libel suits which destroyed him financially.
A hotshot pilot and his dog navigator are shot down in a village populated by gorgeous women where pro-Trump fascists have taken over and they must rescue them. Since this is a Hack Werker novel, the women thank them with an anal orgy. It becomes pretty implausible by then but up until that point, it’s kind of exciting.
A demented serial killer shows up at a Memorial Day barbeque and proceeds to murder everyone in attendance. Hack wrote this after going to a similar function at the home of his publisher John Kane and violently attacking his host after being told that they only had turkey burgers.
This novel is about a gorgeous woman who throws herself at Hack’s cover artist Jonny M. Based on a true story.
This story of an suburban housewife and mother who satisfies her obsession with anal sex once a year by hiring a notorious gigolo turned out to be a phenomenal success with Hack’s core readership of sex-starved perverts in Bible Belt states. Regrettably, he was sued by ABC for ripping off The Brady Bunch (a show he had never heard of). Hack had to sell one of his kidneys to pay off his legal fees.
“Werker’s most depraved work yet. A perverse collection of misspelled sexual scenarios strung together by a loose plot in which he is clearly working out issues from his disturbing upbringing. This ‘novel’ (and I use that word loosely) is nothing but a cry for help from a deeply twisted man.”
– The Tolucan Times
Hack had been approached to write his autobiography for decades but when he finally got around to it, his brain was so fried from alcohol and drug use that he could barely remember anything about his own life. The first fifty pages are an accurate depiction of his abusive relationship with his father but the rest of the book is accounts of sexual fantasies he’s had of women throughout his life; from major movie stars to supermarket cashiers he glanced at in passing. It became one of his all-time best sellers.