tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629621328351861035.post5196803569250826664..comments2024-02-18T03:54:35.668-08:00Comments on The Ringer Files: Marina Tower - Charles BeardsleyKurthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13890931403701897892noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629621328351861035.post-12495360035979985552014-02-26T18:03:25.624-08:002014-02-26T18:03:25.624-08:00Hi Joe, thanks for stopping by. Your blog is a big...Hi Joe, thanks for stopping by. Your blog is a big inspiration for me doing this one, and for finding out about writers like Hegner, and Herbert Kastle, etc, for true trashy enjoyment.Kurthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13890931403701897892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3629621328351861035.post-81614045925721052242014-02-26T07:47:03.766-08:002014-02-26T07:47:03.766-08:00Thanks a lot for writing about this. I too have a...Thanks a lot for writing about this. I too have a few Beardsley novels, but this isn't one of them -- I'll rectify that soon. But then, I haven't read any of those I do have. It appears that all his novels were paperback originals, and they all followed the true trash template: a group of horny people in some exotic or unusual locale. The Motel, The Passion Seekers, The Resort, The Apartments, etc, all of them follow this same template. As you say, the Hirschfeld formula. From your excerpt above it sounds like Beardsley might get a bit more risque than Hirschfeld. Also, I really like your blog!Joe Kenneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03285576322579808153noreply@blogger.com