Black Cats

This is our cat Vince Noir (named after the Mighty Boosh character.) He’s about the most chill guy ever, and we got him last spring to replace our previous black cat, Nomi, who dies of kidney failure. I never seem to feel right unless I have a black cat. I know others who are the same way. It made me reflect on the nature of black cats, and how depending on the culture, it usually embodies either wickedness and evil, or prosperity and good fortune. Some say a black cat is an embodies reborn soul. In ancient Persia, a black cat is your higher self born into animal form to accompany you on your earthly journey. I think it was mostly Puritan culture that gave these guys a bad rap. Anyway, I think this guy has a wonderful mystique about him, whether he really is a shape shifting jinn or not.


On “bad” writing

When I was in my early twenties I worked in a bookstore. When I got bored I would sit behind the counter and read the catalogues that publishers would send us. This was how I first became aware of the work of Leo Guild. I ordered his 1976 novel “Street of Ho’s” based on the title alone. I don’t remember the whole plot summary except that it was a murder mystery about hookers.

street of hos

When it arrived, I wasn’t disappointed. It was a dime store pulp novel with a lurid cover. And the writing style was unlike any I had ever read before. All at once it was weird, gross, but also child-like in its directness. A sample sentence being: “Sheila made him a ham sandwich and they made love while they ate.”

I don’t have my copy anymore. At some point I wrapped it up and gave it to someone as a gag gift, my little brother I think. But recently I thought of it and started to search around for a new copy. It is out of print now and I can’t find a copy for sale anywhere. But I DID end up learning about Leo Guild!

I had assumed that he himself was a pimp or some other denizen of the street, but evidently he when he wrote the book he was a sixty-something white guy, a Hollywood hack who had written books about Hedy Lamarr, Bob Hope, Liberace, and Fatty Arbuckle. From there he made his way to writing blaxploitation books because it was a trend of the day.

Anyway, this article is fascinating reading. And if you are ever in a used bookstore and come across this book or any of his other titles, such as The Black Shrink, Senator’s Whore, How to Make a Dirty Movie, or The Werewolf vs. Vampire Woman, grab them up!