When I recently discussed the latest Capuchin Classics, I talked about H. E. Bates and his stories.
My latest second-hand Bates acquisition is A Crown of Wild Myrtle, in an old New English Library paperback from 1968.
Looking at this, you might be inclined to think it would be no good. That's because NEL were masters at wrapping books in lurid, unattractive covers, no matter the contents. This was one of their more restrained efforts. At this point I suspect you're hoping for some of their less restrained efforts, and as always I aim to please.
They got a lot of mileage from Hitler, Satan, murderers, the counter-culture and sex scandals, as you can see. The last book shown above, Michael Fisher's The Captives, is actually not bad, though very odd: it's about a scientist who locks up two men and a woman as part of an experiment in sociology, sexuality and skin-grafting, and things go predictably awry. My copy is the original Constable hardback, the cover of which has its own charm.
(Many of these images borrowed with thanks from Alwyn Turner and his sadly frozen-in-time Trash Fiction.)