By Lee Butcher. A pool-hall owner, his lover, and, if I'm not mistaken, a snuff film. If I didn't have a "just get a divorce" tag before now -- and I've had it since day one -- this case would have forced my hand.
This paperback has a whiff of eau de old book, some edgewear, a cracked spine, and toned pages, but it's very square, the pages are tight, and I respect its not promising "shocking photos!", although based on the hairstyles on the front cover, I kind of wish they hadn't skipped the visual aids. A solid reading copy of a seldom-seen book.