{"id":6789,"date":"2010-02-15T04:12:30","date_gmt":"2010-02-15T03:12:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/?p=6789"},"modified":"2010-02-15T04:12:30","modified_gmt":"2010-02-15T03:12:30","slug":"sherbet-and-sodomy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/2010\/02\/15\/sherbet-and-sodomy\/","title":{"rendered":"Sherbet and Sodomy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/homobilia.blogspot.com\/2008\/10\/sherbet-and-sodomy.html\" target=\"_blank\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/02\/ebbing.jpg\" alt=\"ebbing.jpg\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Cover art by Coker.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>We had <a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=NabkuN1Qktg\" target=\"_blank\">Shock Headed Peters<\/a> walking through Sodom yesterday so this novel from 1971 seems like a fitting follow-up. The eye-catching title is no doubt an allusion to Byron&#8217;s description of Turkish baths as &#8220;marble palaces of sherbet and sodomy&#8221;, an epithet which one imagines sent generations of sweet-toothed Uranians trekking to Constantinople throughout the 19th century. I&#8217;d seen the cover of this book before on sites which collect the gay fiction of the late Sixties and early Seventies\u2014that doubly-phallic tower makes a good match for the cover of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/2009\/01\/09\/bugger-boy\/\" target=\"_blank\"><em>Bugger Boy<\/em><\/a>\u2014but I don&#8217;t recall reading a description of the contents before. <a href=\"http:\/\/homobilia.blogspot.com\/2008\/10\/sherbet-and-sodomy.html\" target=\"_blank\">Homobilia<\/a> has an extract from the opening page:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>My name is Jud. I am eighteen and a half. I was born from the felicitous conjunction of an anthropologist and an ethnologist under the sign of Capricorn. I have been called cute, handsome, pretty, and good-looking; actually, I am beautiful&#8230; my nose is classically English, along the line of Reynolds, maybe with a little Caravaggio thrown in around the nostrils. My athletic adolescence on the swimming team at Sterling High has given me a slender muscular body&#8230; my eyes are South Pacific blue. I have read Hesiod. I masturbate regularly. I have no concept of money or its value. I try to keep my farts silent. I have juvenile down on my ass. I have read the minor Elizabethan poets and I have looked at my anal sphincter in the mirror. Until last week I considered myself heterosexual&#8230;<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Four art and literatures references in a single paragraph&#8230;yes, I&#8217;m intrigued. The book is out of print, unfortunately, but searching at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.abebooks.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Abebooks<\/a> reveals copies for sale and an additional description:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>How does a handsome young cat, newly out and grooving on the gay scene of Greenwich village, suddenly find himself in the silken clutches of El-Dahabi, an Arab sect which celebrates the attainment of perfect love through pain and submission?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>So now the Byron reference makes sense. Many of these gay paperbacks were written under <em>nommes de plume<\/em> and IV Ebbing may well be another of these, there&#8217;s certainly no other reference to he (or, indeed, she&#8230;) on the web aside from this title. There&#8217;s a notable dearth of information about the fiction which emerged in a flood after the first flush of liberation in the late Sixties, when numerous titles for lesbians and gay men were published as cheap paperbacks. <a href=\"http:\/\/www.strangesisters.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Strange Sisters<\/a> and <a href=\"http:\/\/www.gayontherange.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">Gay on the Range<\/a> document the cover art but I&#8217;d like to see a site which told us more about the writers and, where possible, the books themselves. The history of all kinds of pulp fiction has been extensively chronicled; isn&#8217;t it time that someone did the same for gay erotica?<\/p>\n<p>Elsewhere on { feuilleton }<br \/>\n\u2022 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/the-book-covers-archive\/\">The book covers archive<\/a><\/p>\n<p>Previously on { feuilleton }<br \/>\n\u2022 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/2009\/01\/09\/bugger-boy\/\">Bugger Boy<\/a><br \/>\n\u2022 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/2006\/02\/24\/gay-book-covers\/\">Gay book covers<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Cover art by Coker. We had Shock Headed Peters walking through Sodom yesterday so this novel from 1971 seems like a fitting follow-up. The eye-catching title is no doubt an allusion to Byron&#8217;s description of Turkish baths as &#8220;marble palaces of sherbet and sodomy&#8221;, an epithet which one imagines sent generations of sweet-toothed Uranians trekking &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/2010\/02\/15\/sherbet-and-sodomy\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Sherbet and Sodomy&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[8,42,4,5,38],"tags":[226,995,2908,994],"class_list":["post-6789","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-architecture","category-books","category-design","category-gay","category-pulp","tag-caravaggio","tag-iv-ebbing","tag-lord-byron","tag-shock-headed-peters"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pq7rV-1Lv","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6789","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6789"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6789\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6789"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6789"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.johncoulthart.com\/feuilleton\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6789"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}