by Richard Harland Smith from Movie Morlocks
Don’t get me wrong — cinemania will always be my
favorite mania… but I do understand and appreciate other kinds of madness and
passion. The compulsion to collect vinyl, for example (records, I mean, not
pants) or for following the Grateful Dead, or for owning first editions, or for
reading and even owning original copies of the men’s magazines that
proliferated on America’s newsstands after World War II. I know, you hear
“men’s magazines” and you immediately think Playboy or Gent
or Hustler but I’m not talking about skin mags. No, I mean men’s adventure
mags, monthly collections of pulp fiction, he-man tales of derring-do (did you
even know it was spelled that way?! Five hundred years later and we’re still
dancing to Chaucer’s tune.) that were popular with the generation of American
males who had come home from conflicts in World War II and Korea with an
unquenchable taste for two-fisted tales of bravery, resolve, vengeance, lust,
greed, cunning and every other quality Ava Gardner looked for in a husband.
Before porn wormed its way out of the back room and onto the high shelf, before
Hugh Hefner arranged the marriage of Joe Sixpack and Rosie Palmer, before they
became obsessed with their manscapes and their electronics and their microbrews
and how to grill the perfect steak, American men thrilled to the ephemeral
offerings of such established and fly-by-night publications as Man’s
Life, Man’s Look, Real Men, For Men Only, Sir!, Stag, Battle Cry, Argosy,
Adventure, True Adventures, Adventure Life, Escape to Adventure, Saga, Rage,
Gusto and many more. (Experts in this field tend to disagree but one
estimate of the total number of men’s adventure magazines that came and went
between 1950 and 1980 runs to 150.) Running low on word count (all the better
to read in the donnicker) but high on testosterone, these tales ranged from
true war chronicles of courage behind enemy lines (Robert F. Dorr’s “Bayonet
Killer of Heartbreak Ridge”) to EC Comics-style cautionary tales of the awful
wages of sin (Harlan Ellison’s “Death Climb”), to exposes purporting to take
the reader into the throbbing demimonde of casual sex (Gilbert Nash’s “Beat
Girls: Worshippers of Zen and Sin”) to gonzo revenge-of-nature stories about
humans pitted against a proactive and predatory nature (“Weasels Ripped My
Flesh,” the classic Man’s Life story penned by the pseudonymous
“Mike Kamens,” whose identity was never revealed and remains to this day…
unknown.) If your fists aren’t curling just by reading this, you should just
stop reading now.
If, however, this kind of
thing seems right up your alley, you’ll probably want to get on eBay and start
bidding on remaining issues of these long-MIA magazines. Assembling a small
collection would probably only run you a few hundred or thousand dollars…
orrrrrr you could just pop down a double-sawbuck for Weasels Ripped My
Flesh! Two-Fisted Stories from Men’s Adventure Magazines of the 1950s, ’60s,
& ’70s. Put out by the California-based independent publisher New Texture, this
concordance collects two dozen of the stories that first appeared between the
lushly-illustrated covers of assorted men’s adventure magazines, among them
Walter Kaylin’s “Bar Room Girl Who Touched Off a Tribal War” (first published
in Male Main June 1966), Bruce Jay Friedman’s “Eat Her …
Bones and All” (Gent, December 1954), Robert Silverberg’s
“Trapped by the Mau Mau Terror” (Exotic Adventures, 1959), Vic
Pate’s “Chewed to Bits by Giant Turtles” (Man’s Life, May 1957), Jim
McDonald’s “Grisly Rites of Hitler’s Monster Flesh Stripper” (Man’s Story,
March 1965), Ken Krippene’s “I Married a Jungle Savage” (Sir!, November
1962), Joanne Beardon’s “I Went to a Lesbian Party” (All Man, May
1964) and, of course, the title track, Weasels Ripped My Flesh (Man’s
Life, September 1956). If the title sounds oddly familiar, it may
be because Frank Zappa cadged it for the title of a 1970 Mothers of Invention
album, and its title track, making it one of those classic titles that has been
referenced more often than actually read. Unavailable for years, the story
leads this collection, like a dogface taking point, like Korean war hero Donn
F. Porter, “The Bayonet Killer of Heartbreak Ridge,” whose story is also told
here for the first time since it was published in Man’s Magazine in
October 1964.
for the rest go here: http://moviemorlocks.com/2013/03/08/weasels-ripped-my-flesh-reviewed/
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