Saturday, 24 August 2024

Blow My Mind (1970, Gardner F Fox)


Another so-so Eve Drum novel, in which the spy spends an equal amount of time describing her sexy underwear as she does going about her patriotic duty. In this one the Russians have found a man, Aleksandr Tkachevich, who can astrally project himself outside of his body, and has been using this skill to spy on top secret US documents. A situation which requires Eve Drum to also master astral projection and do battle with him on the astral plane. A task she is helped with by Martin and Marion Rorwick, a husband and wife team of ESP expects who also happen to be a swingers.


Personally, I've found the best Drum novels are the ones that divert from the series' Bond spoof origins. Unfortunately, Blow My Mind isn't one of them, which means we're also stuck with David Anderjanian, Eve's mentor/boyfriend. An absolute non-entity who usually sucks the energy out of Eve Drum novels, and whose only purpose in them seems to be to give Eve a very active sex life. Blow My Mind is also hindered by author Gardner F. Fox's love affair with New York high society, at times feeling as if Fox was tasked with ghost writing a society column for a female socialite. Thus lengthy passages of Blow My Mind are just Eve Drum describing the trendy places she dines out at, and what she had off the menu. "The Perch is the latest thing in New York private clubs. It is swank, posh and with it. Glass doors tinted blue, a uniformed doorman, thick carpeting..." Yadda, Yadda. Yadda.

The raison d'etre of the Eve Drum novels though, was always there underlining fetish and pornographic leanings, which by the time of Blow My Mind weren't so underlining. Fox seems particularly fixated on troilism here, even if he feels obliged to explain what that meant to less sophisticated readers "a feature of sexual lore that has been known even before his two daughters got together with Lot, as told about in the bible....the term comes from the french, deriving from the word trois, meaning three". A threesome between Drum and the Rorwicks being an erotic highlight of the book. According to the rules of Blow My Mind, your astral version can also be an idealised version of yourself. Meaning that the Astral version of Marion Rorwick loses some weight around the hips and has firmer breasts, while Astral Martin Rorwick gains flesh where it matters to women "his manhood was something not quite to be believed in it's rampant state" Eve enthusiastically remarks. Be in no doubt, Blow My Mind is the product of a NYC that was gearing itself for arrival of filmed hardcore. Until then, reading about it was the second best thing to seeing it acted out in the flesh. Fox doesn't forget the Kinkos, or heaven forbid, the sexy underwear fetishists either. Just as Ed Wood was hung up on angora, Fox's thing was undeniably Nylon. An obsession that kicks into overdrive on page 59, when Eve falls prey to Igor, a homosexual Russian agent whose transvestite tendencies dictate that he strips Eve of her clothes "I don't have any nice girly things like you're wearing. These are real nylon stockings, aren't they". This is followed by a blunt, graphic S&M session where Eve has her buttocks whipped, gets water thrown over her and her breasts poked with electric goads, before being forced into an oversized bird cage. As someone recently pointed out, merely describing these books as silly spy spoofs in no way prepares the average reader for the level of kinkiness or played straight violence in them. Eve giveth as much as she taketh in Blow My Mind, no Russian groin is safe from Eve's karate kicks, with the spy also displaying a penchant for eye gouging.




I have a feeling that a movie version of Eve Drum would have been directed by AC Stephens, starred Rene Bond in a blonde wig as Eve, which would have dictated that Anderjanian have been played by Ric Lutze, and maybe the budget would have stretched to an Aldo Ray cameo. The series cried out for a low end of 1970s Hollywood treatment ...cries that unfortunately went unanswered.

For fans of manly, two fisted material, Blow My Mind makes good on the Bondian elements, including a fair amount of location hopping from New York to Madrid to the Carpathians and several action set pieces, including a memorable one set onboard a train. Still I suspect people claimed to read these books for the spy angle, in the same sense that people claimed to read Playboy for the articles. Chances are if you found an original copy of Blow My Mind, it would incriminatingly open at page 59.




Interestingly, the Eve Drum novels were initially distributed in the UK by Ben's Books. A company that -according to Oliver Carter's book 'Under the Counter'- was integral in supplying Soho with pornographic material from the 1950s onwards. Headed by patriarch Ben Holloway, the Holloway family would later find themselves the subject of much negative police attention when they went into business with NYC pornographer Reuben Sturman, effectively becoming the British arm of Sturman's operation. Before being put out of business in 1982, following the imprisonment of his sons Chris and Dennis, Ben Holloway had also been behind the 'Rippledale' mail-order hardcore video label, the first video company to have released 'Deep Throat' on tape in the UK.

Joe the 7th

 Another journey into the D'Amatoverse





Friday, 9 August 2024

Easy Ride (1970, Gardner F. Fox)




Originating as a Bond/Man from Uncle spoof series, Gardner F. Fox's Lady from L.U.S.T books initially ran from 1967 to 1972 outlasting Uncle and the first wave of Bond parodies. Fox's creation Eve Drum is a secret agent for L.U.S.T (League of Underground Spies and Terrorists) and her hyper-horny reputation earns her the nickname Oh-Oh-Sex. Like Bond, the series ran for so long that it wore out the spy theme and began to absorb elements from other genres that happened to be en vogue at the time. Towards the end of the run it looks as if Fox was just given a free hand to throw whatever he wanted into the mix, getting Oh-Oh-Out There with 1970's The Copulation Explosion - in which Drum has to contend with a scientifically created ape-man and alien invaders. Another 1970 title, Easy Ride, cashes in on the biker genre and in doing so takes the series in the direction of straight exploitation. Something which, combined with the series' inclination towards BDSM means that at this point Eve Drum is much more spiritually closer to Don Schain's Ginger films than it's Bond origins.


Eve Drum is investigating water pollution in Monterey "the angrier I got thinking about it, the sexier I became". Upon setting eyes on the beautiful lake Soledad, Eve being Eve decides to go skinny dipping in it, only to be deterred by the sight of dead fish by the waterside. She is then oglied by a biker gang who attempt to rape her. In a spectacular example of turning the tables though, Eve defeats the four bikers with her superior karate skills, ties them all up and decides that she'll be the one to do all the raping.

The sex scenes in an Eve Drum novel are truly something else. Maybe it was out of embarrassment, maybe it was out of fear of an obscenity bust, but Fox uses them as his cue to prove he was in fact a sophisticated and cultured writer, bombarding the reader with Latin, French and Punjabi phrases as well as historial references. "I lowered myself slowly, my back to him in the approved method of venus reversa, which Livia Drusilla adopted with the Emperor Augustus....my constrictor cunnae muscles were working overtime". It's likely you'd need a degree in several languages and one in history to get turned on by the earlier books in the series, and there is evidence in Easy Ride that Fox's New York publishers may have had words with him about this. Thus here Eve Drum has a habit of explaining her extensive vocabulary to the layman "I sauntered away from the mirror with swaying hips, practising my sexiest walk, the kind the french call faire des effets de sul, in other words, my hips swing and my buttocks jounce very nicely".

It doesn't take much sleuthing to deduct that Fox's big thing was female underwear...garters, lace, baby doll nighties, panties. Fox could write all day about that subject, and safety hiding out under the pen name 'Rod Gray' for these books was free to let his fetish flag fly high. Take a drink every time he mentions nylon in an Eve Drum book and you'll end up shaken and possibly also stirred. "I was wearing nylons and a garter belt and a bra made of black nylon that bulged at its cups where they tried to hold in my luscious 38's". Fox's nylon obsession is the Eve Drum books' most endearing eccentricity. Never missing a trick, Fox even has the villains wear nylon stockings over their faces.

In short, if you like your lit heroines in sexy underwear, to be on the playfully aggressive side and have the morals of an alleycat, then Eve Drum is your gal. When a young boy is injured by the bikers, Eve uses paying him a hospital visit as an excuse to seduce his father "I talked brightly to Billy, chattering away even while I recrossed my legs, taking my time and letting his father see that I had no panties on".

The non-sexual action of Easy Ride evolves around Eve playing bodyguard to bio-chemist Hugo Edwards, whose predecessors have gotten beaten up by thugs while testing the water in the lake for pollution. Fox is best remembered as a comic book guy and the non-pornographic, non-BDSM parts of the Eve Drum books are fast paced and feel as if they should be served up in illustrated panels and speech bubbles. Despite writing under a pseudonym, Fox slyly eludes to his more respectable career in Easy Ride when Eve brings Billy some hospital bedside reading material "Batman, Fantastic Four, Spiderman, Superman, Flash and Adam Strange. A good selection, I thought Billy would like them". Eve Drum is definitely not for kids though. What with the biker threat neutralised early on in the book, the focus of Easy Ride rests heavily on Drum's sexual side. The spy making good on her task to not only bed Billy's father, but improve his carnal knowledge as well. Leading the blue collar, single parent on a head spinning display of kama sutra like positions. The Eve Drum books seem to have made it there personal mission to expand the American male's bedroom activities beyond the standard, missionary position antics "then he slid into position and we were off on a round of oolud-poolud".

Fox doesn't seem remotely engaged with the biker theme, only displaying enthusiasm for it when it skids off the dirt road and into fetishistic territory. A subplot about Drum integrating herself with the biker gang and competing in a drag race builds up to an almighty cat fight between her and Nance, a biker's girlfriend who has developed a mean outer shell after being gang raped. The Eve Drum novels posit their heroine as having a sexually therapeutic effect on both the men and women she encounters. After Eve punches Nance in the face, strips her and trashes her buttocks, the experience causes Nance to become a better person and regret the sadistic way she has treated her fellow women in the past. "I never knew what it was like to be made to walk bare-assed in front of the boys". On the back of the cat fight, Eve and Nance even become good friends "come on, I think we ought to celebrate with a picnic of some sort, don't you".

Easy Ride isn't as wild as The Copulation Explosion, then again that one really set the bar high for wildness, but all of the Eve Drum books are sexy, fun, quick reads. Collectively they evoke images of Irving Klaw era New York fetishism, of long gone dirty bookshops, of timid guys whose wives probably cut them off years ago, and for whom the latest Eve Drum book arriving on the shelves meant another dream date with their favourite sex kitten, gift wrapped to them in...but of course...lots and lots of nylon.


Friday, 2 August 2024

Book of Shadows (1980, Marc Olden)



 If you've ever wished that Jackie Collins had been commissioned to write a sequel to The Wicker Man, then you need The Book of Shadows in your life. A druid husband and wife team - Rupert and Rowena Comfort - show up in New York on a mission to terrorise the beautiful people. Those in the druid sights include Marisa...a famous soap opera actress, Robert...her insufferable unsuccessful novelist lover, Marisa's friend Nathan Shields...an aging bi-sexual antiques dealer, his wife Ellie, and his Jewish toy boy Larry, who is 'living on Valium and Preparation H'. All were marked for death following an ill-fated English canal journey from Oxford to Manchester, during which the five New Yorkers discovered a hidden druid village and cheated the locals out of a priceless book of shadows. Fearing the book can give away the location of the village -a closely guarded secret since the days of Matthew Hopkins- the druids send the Comforts to the Big Apple in order to retrieve the book and dispatch the transgressors. One of whom is destined to go up Sergeant Howie style. Before that however the druid twosome cross paths with a Puerto Rican street gang who are prowling central park looking to beat up homosexuals, only to end up taking their frustrations out on an Oak tree. This angers the Druids, who in order to average the Oak tree decapitate one of the Puerto Ricans, before -to misquote Tony Orlando- tying the Puerto Rican's intestines round the old Oak tree.


After that ultra violent opening, The Book of Shadows becomes a fawn-o-thon over New York's rich, famous and fabulous...darling! It's a VIP invite to a world of Madison Avenue shopping sprees, drinking cognac out of three hundred year old teacups and an apartment so luxurious 'Marisa had always described as an experience second only to sex'. The Book of Shadows isn't afraid to wallow in street level sleaze either. Venturing into Cruising territory with a subplot about a transvestite police informant, anonymous gay sex in central park and the revelation that not even NYC's gay scene is immune from penetration by the druids. For an author who gives the outward impression of not being enamored by the gay community, Marc Olden sure could write like a right old bitch at times..."a little nip and tuck in Brazil and she could pass for Marie Osmond , or a polished apple"... "If sex was the only thing he and Marisa had going, maybe Marisa would be better off with a vibrator"... "He had more ass than Hollywood had teeth, and anyone who bit him had better bite hard". Belying the fact that Olden was himself an African-American, The Book of Shadows is also chock full of derogatory put downs of African-Americans and Puerto Ricans, instead opting to champion Armenians. The hero, Joseph Bess, being a hard working detective sargent who is brimming with Armenian pride "there's four million of us scattered throughout the world and nobody knows we once had our own country, Jesus don't get me started".



the cover illusion's depiction of Rupert Comfort and its non-too subtle resemblance to George Peppard  

Bess' ethnicity and tough guy personality gives you a mental image of him resembling Armenian-American actor Mike 'Mannix' Connors. While David Jarvis' artwork of the 1980 edition of the book makes Rupert Comfort look so much like George Peppard that Peppard could easily have sued. Though personally I tend to imagine the dedicated, grey haired, machete weilding Comfort as a blue blooded, British version of Blood Feast's Mal Arnold.

Spanning showbiz bitchfest, occult horror, cop thriller and English canal journey travelogue, against all odds Olden manages to pull off this multi-genred mating. Olden is best remembered for his kung-fu/blaxploitation 'Black Samurai' books, which I've struggled to get into, but The Book of Shadows has proven to be an absolute blast.

Street Wars (1984, Joe Nazel)





Joe Nazel brings the black action novel into the era of jogging suits, ghetto blasters, cocaine and Cabbage Patch dolls. 1984's Street Wars finds private investigator Terrence Malcolm Slaughter and his ex-wrestler pal Fred 'Dead-On-Arrival' Hollis having to protect schoolteacher Pamela Middleton from the clutches of murderous pastor Reverend Truman Blood. After Blood mistakenly believes she knows the whereabouts of his stolen drugs and money. In Street Wars the action comes thick and fast, Nazel sure knew how to pen some memorably unusual set pieces. Opening with the violent hi-jacking of an ice cream truck and later a shootout on a bus which results in watermelon destruction on a scale that would make Mr. Majestic weep.


I've loved every Nazel book I've read so far, and am only baffled as to why he doesn't appear to be held in the same regard as fellow Holloway House writers Iceberg Slim and Donald Goines. To dismiss him as a hack, is to do the man a great injustice. Nazel was equally adept at writing escapist pulpy fare like the Iceman series- whose hero is like a mixture of Willie Dynamite, James Bond and Howard Hughes- as he was grittier novels like Death for Hire and Killer Cop, which aren't afraid to look the black community's problems straight in the eye. Street Wars exists someplace between these two worlds. It's landscape is an all too real one of poverty, neglect and substance abuse, yet Slaughter and D.O.A are ultra-alpha, larger than life characters designed to give Nazel's audience heroes to believe in.

The more serious aspects of the book sees Nazel turn a disdainful eye towards the media savvy pastors that were emerging in the 1980s and the cronyism between them and the black press. Considering that Nazel himself was frequently involved in the black press in a journalistic capacity, there is an air of whistleblowing about Street Wars. Which critically depicts the black press as obsequiously following around corrupt and disingenuous figures. At which point villainery in the book alternates between Rev Blood and George Hill, a prominent businessman and apparent community champion. While decrying drug dealing and street gangs for the cameras, Hill is privately getting rich from running a crack empire from a fleet of ice cream trucks. Nazel also places heavy emphasis on Slaughter and D.O.A's base of operations, the Regal Arms hotel. A place frequented by affluent blacks during the thirties, forties and fifties, only to be abandoned by them once integration came along. "When the barriers lowered those that could integrate did. That's what it was all about" writes an angered Nazel "there was no sense of shame, no remorse, no sense of loss". Not only do Slaughter and D.O.A work out of the building, but they also serve as guardians to those left behind and of a place that once symbolised hope and prosperity. Like many of Nazel's heroes, Slaughter is reserved, underappreciated but dedicated to improving the lot of his community, even if the odds are against him, and his hard work isn't always reciprocated.

I don't know if the influence of 1980s buddy comedies was rubbing off on Nazel, but there is also a sense of humour in Street Wars that wasn't visible in his 1970s books. One of Blood's goons is called RamBro, which is reason alone to love this book. While a crazy streaker causes bare-assed chaos at a religious gathering being held by the Reverend Righteous B. Goodfellow...Nazel sure was at the top of his game here when it came to catchy character names. A bit of indecent exposure that in the book's funniest line causes a female parishioner to remark "wish my ol'man was hung that like! wouldn't have to come to church to get turned on".

Saturday, 6 July 2024

Joe VI

 The D'Amato journey continues, we're up to 1981, where 'Absurd' aside we mostly find our hero up to his neck in hardcore



Tuesday, 2 July 2024

Satan’s Master (Joseph Nazel, 1974)

 


The history of this book hasn't been well documented, but a bit of detective work indicates it was originally published in 1974 under the title 'The Black Exorcist', before being re-issued in 1983 as Satan's Master. The reasons for the re-titling are unknown, but the smart money would be on Warner Brothers throwing a cease and desist in the direction of its publisher Holloway House. Keeping in mind that around the same time Warners got the blaxploitation movie 'Abby' pulled from theatres due to its similarities to The Exorcist. If Abby incensed them, it's hard to believe they'd let calling a book The Black Exorcist fly. Whilst Abby has never ‘officially’ resurfaced, a title change it seems was all that it took for The Black Exorcist to rise from the ashes. In the Satan's Master edition of the book, Holloway House added to the confusion by listing The Black Exorcist amongst the other books by the same author, Joseph Nazel, indicating that they were two separate entities. Having read Satan's Master and seen the back cover synopsis of The Black Exorcist though, the identical plots and character names leave no doubt that Satan's Master and The Black Exorcist are one in the same.


The original title of the book leads you to expect this to be just another crass example of someone taking a white concept, colouring the main characters black and throwing a few Afros into the mix.  An accusation that's often leveled at the lesser end of blaxploitation cinema. Go in with low expectations then and Satan's Master will sucker punch you, but in a good way. When a singer does a standout or distinct cover version of somebody else's song, people throw out the compliment "he made that song his own" and I think with Satan's Master, Joseph Nazel makes The Exorcist his own. Nazel takes the devil possession theme, and uses it as a commentary on race relations, African-Americans' relationship with Christianity, slavery, the Manson Murders....there is a heck of allot to unpack here. In the pages of Satan's Master, Nazel paints himself as a supporter of Martin Luther King's idea of Nonviolent resistance, and being disturbed by the younger generation turning away from King's ideals and Christianity itself, in favour of a more militant approach to black activism in America. Concerns that Nazel addresses in Satan's Master using the horror genre.

Satan's Master initially pits Christian preacher Reverend Moses Johnson against the devil worshipping, voodoo practicing Barbados Sam. Two contrasting forces battling for the soul of the black community, Johnson is old, frail and concerned with the well being of his fellow man. Barbados Sam is young, flamboyant and a total scam artist ‘a man who had done little in his life but prey off the weakest of his fellow man'. Sam uses anti-white sentiment to lure young black men away from "the honkie god" and onto the Satanic path. Sam's 'The Cult of the Damned' holds sex and violence fuelled orgies that climax in ritualistic sacrifices and heart extractions. Under the pretext of black militancy, Sam also orders his followers to go out and slay whitey. Behind his Baron Samedi act however, Sam believes in nothing that he preaches, and is using anti-white racism to feather his own nest, irregardless of the chaos and racial division he leaves in his wake. It's near impossible to read Satan's Master and not wonder what Nazel, who died in 2006, would have made of the Black Lives Matter movement. In that respect Satan's Master is a warning from history that we all should have paid attention to.

The early unmasking of the Satanic cult as money grabbing fraudsters might lead to concerns that Satan's Master is a crime novel in horror genre clothing. Fortunately Nazel soon pacifies such fears when one of Barbados Sam's satanic gatherings goes awry. Resulting in Satan possessing Sam's girlfriend Shelia, transforming her from Sam's co-conspirator into a Satanic seductress who is hell bent on racial unrest.

Satan's Master might occasionally borrow from the Exorcist playbook- we do get self-shaking beds and projectile vomiting - but Nazel has his own bag of tricks. Among them… serpent attacks, an army of frogs, a victim of the cult returning to life as a zombie, and helter-skelter like scenes of racist blacks slaughtering rich white people in their beds. In the long run Satan's Master diverts more from The Exorcist than it steals from it. Although, if my suspicions as to why the book got re-titled are correct, Warner Bros might disagree.




Nazel personalizes The Exorcist's crisis of faith theme into explicitly African-American terms. Satan's aim in the book being to plant doubt in African-American minds that there is a place for them in heaven "we black people, all of us, have been marked for death by the white god". As well as have them question why God allows racial injustices to continue on a daily basis. This is mainly addressed through the character of the Reverend Roger Lee, an assistant pastor, who is on a guilt trip over his mother's death and their unresolved differences. A characteristic which instantly makes you think that Lee with be the book's Father Karras figure, yet on reflection I wonder if Nazel looked a bit closer to home for inspiration. One of the most famous books to come out of Holloway House was 'Pimp: The Story of my Life' by Iceberg Slim, in which a source of torment for Slim was that his devout mother died without seeing him turn his life around. His mother's death being a motivating factor in Slim leaving pimping and drug use behind him. Rev. Lee's back-story is Iceberg Slim verbatim, Lee having been a pimp and therefore a source of shame to his religious mother. Lee's mother issues, and the ever present temptation to go back to his previous life, are the chinks in the armor that Satan uses against Lee. First appearing in the form of his mother, and then as sexy, evil Sheila, who encourages him to ditch his congregation and get another stable of bitches together "Come on, Sweet Sugar Man. I knows you wants some of this good, sweet stuff that I gots for you. Come on and get it while it's hot...it sho' will do you some good".

Unfortunately, Satan's Master feels like a 170 page book trapped in the out of shape body of a 224 page one. It does flat line slightly around the middle, where Nazel develops a habit of reiterating what we already know. After we bear witness to the first Satanic sacrifice, and are aware of how and why the victim, Jim, died, we then get a scene where a coroner and a detective speculate to as how and why Jim victim died, followed by a scene in which Jim's neighbours speculate as to how and why their neighbour died, followed by a scene in which Lee comforts Jim's mother, and they speculate as to how and why Jim died. Satan's Master is a book where the characters always seem several steps behind the reader, with Nazel leaving us just standing around waiting for them to catch up. There can be little doubt however that Nazel was engaged in the religious themes of Satan's Master on a deep level. In the only article about Nazel that I'm aware of 'Not just an ordinary Joe' by fellow Holloway House scribe Emory Holmes II
, it's mentioned that Nazel had at one stage trained for the priesthood, only to end up being 'politely asked to leave'. A revelation that adds much clarity to Satan's Master. There are obvious elements of Nazel in Rev. Lee, an intensely religious man who nevertheless seeks many spiritual answers and is unafraid of butting heads with church officialdom. Nazel isn't entirely uncritical of organized religion, the Rev. Lee at one point taking a shot at religious leaders "lost in the splendor of their own positions, confident they had already earned their rewards, (they) had become fat and lazy and often too self-righteous". Overall though, Satan's Master is a dire warning about the dangers of the black community abandoning Christianity, the final words of the book being 'there was no other way'.

On account of a tendency towards repetition, and the high wall of Nazel's religious fundamentalism, this is the point in Satan’s Master where it will likely shed a few readers. Particularly those drawn to it by the original Black Exorcist title and expecting a silly, campy spectacle. Still for those willing to stay the course, and scale that high wall, Satan's Master has its pulpy rewards. Once you reach the point in the book where an elderly grandmother- thought to be possessed by Satan- is thrown out of a three story window, we're home free and into a lively third act that redeems the entire book. Another highlight from the tail end of Satan's Master being a sleazy stab at S&M as the Rev. Lee trashes a naked Shelia with his belt after she urinates on his bible. Lee's background as a pimp- who can dish it out to the hoes- coming in handy for a change. Although I suspect that Iceberg Slim would have reached for a wire coat hanger, rather than a belt, to keep a blaspheming she-devil in line.




Despite Nazel's books coming to prominence during the blaxploitation era, on closer inspection, his seems to be a dissenting voice in that crowd. Judging by Satan's Master, and several of his other books, there was no love lost between Nazel and the more violent aspects of black activism that blaxploitation was largely cheering on back then. In 1975's Killer Cop, a black police officer comes into conflict with an unruly black militant group, while 1987's Street War concerns 'a gang of fanatical black militants, left over from the Sixties, who are trying to start a war'. This in mind it's entirely fitting that Nazel's only connection with blaxploitation was writing the novelization of Lee Frost's The Black Gestapo (1975). A film so perfectly in touch with Nazel's cynical take on black militant groups, that by rights it feels like it should have been an adaptation of a pre-existing Nazel book.




Nor does Nazel demonize all white people here, in a way that blaxploitation had a tendency to do. A white coroner and a white detective both assist Rev. Lee to a certain degree, while the finale involves Lee trying to save an innocent white child from the Satanic cult. Still, Nazel's decision to leave these characters unnamed does seem his way of emphasizing their unimportance in the grand scheme of things. Nazel's primary concern here being conflicts played out within the black community itself. Leaving these characters unnamed does feel a little absurd at times though, especially the white detective. Given the regular interactions between him and Lee, you'd think the Reverend would at one point ask the guy what his name is.
The only two white characters Nazel does give names to, Stacey and Pete, are vile, racist and possibly gay, Italian Mafiosi, who are pulling Barbados Sam's strings. In Nazel's eyes, white characters can contribute to the black community's problems, but are rarely able to be of much help. Adding to a sense of a community cast adrift and left to fight its own battles.

Offering a more even handed approach than blaxploitation. Being a cop, be you black or white, doesn't automatically make you a bad guy in Nazel's world. While in Satan's Master a blind hatred for white people is seen as a negative characteristic, one which allows young, impressionable black men to be manipulated by both the Mafia and Satan.




One of the many endearing facts about Nazel is that he seemingly stuck with the less than ethical sounding Holloway House for so long, not out of a sense of loyalty to the company itself, but their core audience. Holloway House, for all their sins, did offer a chance for authentic black voices like Nazel and Iceberg Slim to be heard by a blue collar, inner city audience without compromise. Nazel's dialogue in Satan's Master being inseparable from the culture it came from "if she tol' you not to mess aroun' with them dark doin's , then she tol' you right...that voodoo ain't nothin' to fool wit'". The terrible irony is that those Holloway House titles from the 1970s and 80s now command prohibitively expensive prices, almost certainly taking them out of reach of the very people Nazel was writing for. A Nazel re-print program should be a cultural priority.

Satan's Master stands as a combination of social consciousness and the horror genre, where for a change those two elements compliment, rather than shout over each other. Nazel's religious fundamentalism does occasionally feel like the author is smacking you around the face with the family bible, but his righteous anger at an unjust world and hope for a better tomorrow is something that people from all walks of life can't fail to be moved by. Joseph Nazel was a man with allot to say, and allot that is still worth hearing.