Let’s get right to the point.
Penelope Ashe’s novel Naked Came the Stranger is trash.
As story opens Gillian Blake, co-host of radio show Billy & Gilly, has just learned via the services of Ace-High Private Investigators, Inc., that Billy is having an affair with the show’s recently hired assistant producer.
Gilly is incensed.
It was not simply that William Blake had made a mockery of her marriage. Even worse he had made a mockery of her radio show.
Divorce is unthinkable: According to the polls, what attracts the listeners is their belief that the Blakes have the ideal marriage.
Her fans believe, as Gilly observes, “The family that stays together, stays together.”
Gilly decides to get back at William by having affairs with other women’s husbands and breaking up their marriages.
The next 230 pages describe psychologically, anatomically, and physiologically how Gilly goes about it.
The novel has only one good but not redeeming feature: It was set in Baskerville type, which is better than the book deserves.
It deserves Comic Sans.
Naked Came the Stranger by Penelope Ashe
Lyle Stuart, 1969. 255 p. 1969 bestseller #7. My Grade: D.
© 2017 Linda Gorton Aragoni