Red scare porno novel

Bill at Conelrad takes an in-depth look at Red Rape, a pornographic, anti-Communist 1960 pulp novel that looks at the brutal life of Americans under the thumb of the invading "Ivans."

It is ironic that a book that blames the "eggheads" for the Soviet invasion would use characters also described as "eggheads" (Dr. Mathers who taught physics at San Jose State before the invasion and Mr. Shapiro, formerly an electronics expert at Firestone) to build and execute the device that will ultimately defeat the Commies. But then the liberal arts intellectuals in Sellers' Red Rape universe talk in platitudes and favor disarmament while the "good" eggheads build an EMP (Electromagnetic Pulse) weapon that blows Soviet jets out of the sky in the novel's stirring finale.
Link (Thanks, Bill!)

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  1. I think you’ll find that 1960s era (and indeed later) soviet jets had electronic systems built around valves. This makes them considerably less susceptible to EMP than typical current solid state electronics. Dang. Did I just ruin the plot?

  2. Speaking of Ivan…

    I remember back in the 80s, Boston’s crappy tabloid daily – The Boston Herald – used to refer to the Soviet Union as “Dumb Ivan” in their headlines.

    It was probably the most clever thing the Herald has ever done.

  3. Written by a man; a man’s man. A man among men. Doing manly things. With other men.

    Men, men, men, men,
    Men, men, men, men.
    It’s great to be on a ship with men,
    and sail across the sea-o
    You don’t know where you’ll land, or when;
    It’s great to be with men.
    It’s great to be with men.
    Men, men, men, men,
    etc.

  4. We’re man and friends unto the end,
    and none of us are sissies.
    At night we sleep in separate bunks,
    and blow each other kissies.
    Men, men, men, ad nauseam

    (from a Martin Mull show, if memory serves…)

  5. is it just me, or does the woman chained to the wall seem to be enjoying this a bit too much…

  6. The Shaver Mysteries were pretty much the same. Barely repressed BDSM fantasies roiling beneath that arrogant ’50s suburban exterior.

    “does the woman chained to the wall seem to be enjoying this a bit too much”

    She’d damn well better be. You had to make everything by hand back then. Leather doesn’t grow on trees ya know.

  7. I’m detecting a subtle subtext in Eustace’s writing.

    And I think that we all know another word of which subtext is an anagram.

  8. I was wondering how many times he was going to graze her back with a bullet. That’s some precision shooting, Vanya.

  9. Even as he fires, lightning strikes the exact top of his head, felling him a moment later.
    Who, who will help the damsel in distress (or in ecstasy, depending on how you read her expression)?

  10. the link takes you to “Leo’s Munster Gap”. A line is quoted about Viet Nam. Then the following news item the same day is mentioned:
    “One can only wonder whether the people involved with the program (or at the network) noticed the following headline from the Los Angeles Times that appeared the day after this wacky episode was broadcast: “U.S. Casualties Now Total 455 in Vietnam.”
    455. Then somewhere in the neighbourhood of 50,000 by the time of final retreat.

    I can’t help but wonder how the current middle east casualties will measure up in a decade’s time if McBush somehow takes the White House.

  11. Eustace: here’s the whole thing.

    It’s great to be on a ship with men
    And sail across the sea-o
    We don’t know where we’ll land or when
    But it’s great to be with men
    ‘Cause men can sweat and men can stink
    And no one seems to care-o
    We’ll throw the dishes in the sink
    And clog the sink with hair-o

    Men, men, men, it’s a ship filled with men
    So batten down the ladies room,
    There’s no one here but men
    There’s men above, there’s men below
    There’s men down in the galley
    there’s Mitch and Dave and Jim and Bob
    And one guy we call Sally

    Men, men, men, it’s ship all filled with men
    You’ll never have to lift the seat
    There’s no one here but men
    We’re men and friends until the end
    And none of us are missus
    At night we’ll sleep in separate beds
    And blow each other kisses

    Men, men, men, it’s a ship all filled with men
    So throw your rubbers overboard
    There’s no one here but men.

  12. Where can you find pleasure
    Search the world for treasure
    Learn science technology
    Where can you begin to make your dreams all come true
    On the land or on the sea
    Where can you learn to fly
    Play in sports and skin dive
    Study oceanography
    Sign of for the big band
    Or sit in the grandstand
    When your team and others meet

    In the navy
    Yes, you can sail the seven seas
    In the navy
    Yes, you can put your mind at ease
    In the navy
    Come on now, people, make a stand
    In the navy, in the navy
    Can’t you see we need a hand
    In the navy
    Come on, protect the motherland
    In the navy
    Come on and join your fellow man
    In the navy
    Come on people, and make a stand
    In the navy, in the navy, in the navy (in the navy)

  13. That book’s Red (jail)Baiting…

    (rejected naughty Wheel of Fortune mash-up answer)

  14. Bell Bottom Trousers

    Once there was a little girl who lived next to me
    And she loved a sailor boy, he was only three
    Now he’s on a battleship in his sailor suit
    Just a great big sailor but she thinks he’s very cute

    (With his bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue
    She loves her sailor and he loves her too)

    When her sailor boy’s away on the ocean blue
    Soldier boys all flirt with her but to him she’s true
    Though they smile and tip their caps and they wink their eyes
    She just smiles and shakes her head, then she softly sighs

    (Oh, bell bottom trousers, coat of navy blue
    She loves her sailor and he loves her too)

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