Sock it to Me, Zombie
By F.W. Paul
1968
Lancer Books
Paperback,
189 pages
Brett Steel is the Man from
S.T.U.D., a hard lovin’ super-agent whose missions frequently lead to sexual
escapades. This tale takes him to a remote island (eventually) where a movie is
being filmed and one Mama Mia is making zombies and voodoo dolls.
This is the first in a series of
Man from S.T.U.D. books written by F.W. Paul, who is really sci-fi author/
editor Paul W. Fairman. During the James Bond craze, there were zillions of knockoffs,
and these books took the sex to the extreme and the comedy just about as far.
Everything (including his agency Special Territories and Unique Developments)
gets a clever anagram, like the Confidential Reports Analysis Panel (CRAP) that
he reports to, or the film production company Trans-World Art Tapes (TWAT).
Every scenario has tongue firmly planted in cheek, sometimes almost literally.
The sex, which is most of the
189 pages, is a lot more explicit than I was expecting but with some of the
terms used (a hard dick is a prong, fucking is yencing), it’s hard to get
flustered in any way. There is bestiality, homosexuality, adultery, rape, misogyny,
huge dicks, horny Amazons… hell, there’s pretty much anything you can think of
in this book, and it’s played for laughs. Your mileage may vary.
But when all is said and done,
it does get a bit dull, knowing Steel will be fucking this one and that one,
including his hot pilot Burma, who is doing a lot of fucking of her own. Look,
I like humorous medium-core pornography as much as anyone, but it does get to
be a bit too much. I kept thinking “Get to the zombie-fucking part!” And enough
with the “she likes rape” shit.
Despite the flaws, I will be
seeking out one more Man from S.T.U.D. book, because there’s one called Orgy
at Madame Dracula’s and I want to read it. Perhaps, I get a prong out of it,
but I doubt it.
This review originally appeared in Strange World #3 (Fall 2022)
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