"To read a book of Crad Kilodney's today is to be transported back to a simpler, perhaps better time, where all one needed to be a writer was a typewriter, access to a small printing press, and the desire to stand on street corners selling your book, with it's prurient and silly title, to anyone who you could convince (in 1982) to part with $2.50. Of course, I didn't read Crad Kilodney in the 80s (I was seven when this book was released), but discovered his genius just before he retired from the street, and have been on a slow hunt for his work on eBay and in used bookshops ever since."
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