Rocket Invasion by King Lang (Curtis Books, 1950)

I found this on a stall at the Sunday Markets in Port Adelaide:

 

... a digest-sized publication so down-market that it doesn't even bother with a back cover blurb.  Instead it gives us an advertisement for this:

 

Glama, the Oriental Charm of Luck and Love!

Turning from the advertisements to the story, Rocket Invasion follows the adventures of a former Space Corps officer with the odd name of Chan Houston, his inexplicably hot girlfriend Loraine Castle, and his somewhat smug android, Norbert.   (Maybe he's overcompensating for his name.  Who on Earth names an android "Norbert", anyway?)

Norbet is clearly the brains of the outfit, a sort of Jeeves with Gears.  It's just as well someone is on the ball, because Earth is about to be invaded by a force of blue, sword-wielding humanoids.  And though the story is halted several times to tell us androids cannot lie--Norbert spends a lot of his time telling plausible porkies to the aliens who have Houston and company prisoner.

King Land was a pseudonym for George Hay, John W. Jennison and E.C. Tubb. 

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie (Fontana, 1959)

Found on a stall at Fishermen's Wharf Markets in Port Adelaide:

 

Thundering along on its three days' journey across Europe, the famous Orient Express suddenly comes to a stop in the night.

Snowdrifts block the line somewhere in the Balkans.  Everything is quiet and passengers quickly settle down for the night, including Hercule Poirot.

In the morning an American millionaire is found stabbed, many times--Poirot is very much wanted.  The untrodden snow seems to prove that the murderer is still on board.  Poirot begins to think--and a brilliantly ingenious solution is found...

 And without a doubt, the solution is brilliant ingenious.  (No, I'm not going to tell you what it is.  This blog is a Spoiler Free Zone!  If you haven't already read Murder on the Orient Express--one of Christie's best known books--do so and find out the solution for yourself.)

This is the sort of plotting that earned Agatha Christie the sobriquet "the Queen of Crime".  At times her prose was merely functional, her characters two-dimensional, her attitudes snobbish and old-fashioned.  She was never adverse to using stereotypes, particularly when depicting foreigners or members of the lower classes.  However, she knew how to weave together the real clues and red herrings to create a mystery that kept the reader guessing right to the end.

Cupid Rides Pillion by Barbara Cartland (Arrow, 1968)

Found in a dusty corner of the shed part of the Green Shed (and pounced upon because it's perfect for this blog):

 

England under Charles II was a gay, pleasure-loving land.  And Lady Panthea Vyne enjoyed it to the full, for she remembered only too well the dark days of Cromwell's Iron Rule.  She remembered Christian Drysdale, too, Cromwell's bestial tax-collector who had been her husband for a few short hours, until she had been rescued by a mysterious Highwayman.  Five years later, at the richly colourful court of Charles II, others learned her secret, including the jealous Lady Castlemaine... and as the dangers besetting her drew closer, Panthea put her faith in the man whose life was in equal danger--the mysterious, yet strangely familiar Highwayman.

If the fact that the author is Barbara Cartland doesn't alert you to what kind of book this is, surely the fact that the heroine is named Panthea Vyne, must!

Anyway, for those of you who came in late, this was Barbara Cartland:

... self-appointed expert on Romance, upholder of traditional values, step-grandmother of Princess Diana, and the very prolific writer of over 1,000 books.  

The Monster Men by Edgar Rice Burroughs (Ace, 1972)

Lifeline was having a pre-Christmas mini-bookfair, and I found this one one of the tables:

 

THE
MONSTER
MEN

Number Thirteen was what they called him--the latest and best of Dr. Von Horn's attempts to make life from lifeless chemicals.  He found himself an almost-human on Von Horn's hideaway jungle island off the coast of Borneo.  He saw the monsters that preceded him and grew used to those hideous mockeries of humanity.

Not until Number Thirteen met the American girl who was Von Horn's unwilling prisoner did he realize how different he was from the others.

Because, monster or not, he turned against his master and threw in his lot with the girl and his friends--in a desperate attempt to escape the island of terror.

 Or, in soap opera parlance: Can a Frankenstein's monster find love with a mad scientist's beautiful daughter?  This was first published in 1913, and alas, it shows.

The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie (Pan, 1959)

 

HERCULE POIROT...

today the most popular detective in fiction since Sherlock Holmes, made his bow to the world in this book.

No one had heard the name AGATHA CHRISTIE when she shyly sent the MS. to a London publisher.  He rejected it!  So did others.  Then one more far-seeing accepted the new author's work.  It became famous--and Christie fans place it among the very best Poirot tales.

Intriguing clues marked the murder at Styles Court--crushed fragments of a coffee cup, few few threads of fabric, a scrap of half charred paper, an old envelope with these words on it:

posessed

I am posessed

He is possessed

I am possessed

possessed

And here is the Great Detective's introduction to the world:

Poirot was an extraordinary-looking little man.  He was hardly more than five feet four inches, but he carried himself with great dignity.  His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side.  His moustache was very stiff and military.  The neatness of his attire was almost incredible; I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound.  Yet this quaint dandified little man who, I was sorry to see, now limped badly, had been in his time one of the most celebrated members of the Belgian police.

[Chapter II]

If Agatha Christie had know she would be writing about this character for over fifty years, I suspect she wouldn't have made his quite so eccentric, nor would she have made him already elderly on his first outing in print!

The Mind Brothers by Peter Heath (Magnum Books, 1967)

 

Crossroads in Time

The future of life on Earth is at stake ... now.  A few days, hours, or minutes ago civilization took the wrong turn.  Can the fatal mistake be corrected?  Can the future be changed?

Jason Starr, genius, found himself the focal point of a complex Communist plot against America...and as a thoroughly discredited scientist, there seemed nothing he could do about it.

Not until he was joined by Adam Cyber, that is.  Adam Cyber: last man--or superman--to survive in that bleak future; and Jason Starr's Mind Brother.  Cyber returned through millenia to try to change Earth's course.  And when the Mind Brothers met, computers went crazy, all predictions were worthless--and a new kind of spy was born!

This book is the weird love child of the 1960s spy craze and science fiction.   A time traveller comes from the far future to prevent the world being taken over by AI... and tags along on an adventure involving secret weapons, beautiful double agents, underground cults in the back-streets of Delhi and Communist mad scientists working from hidden bases in Tibet.   In other words, this book has everything but the kitchen sink (and if a kitchen sink had been included you could bet on it being some kind of Bondian espionage device!)  And at the end of it all, I still couldn't figure out the action related to the dystopian future our time traveller was trying to prevent.

Five Go Down to the Sea by Enid Blyton (Hodder & Stoughton, 1955)

 

The

Famous Five

Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Timmy the Dog

in their
twelfth exciting adventure

Summer at Tremannon Farm, the mystery of the deserted tower by the sea, the forgotten secret of the Wreckers' Way

Now here's a book I really did love as a child--in fact I pinched and saved to buy all twenty-one books in the Famous Five series!  In Five Go Down to the Sea Julian, Dick, George, Anne and Timmy the dog explore secret tunnels and thwart a gang of drug smugglers between consuming mountains of buns and sandwiches and drinking lashings of ginger beer.  What more could a child want in an adventure?

(This copy predates me by several years.  My own copy as a child was one of the paperback Knight editions published in the 1970s.  The Famous Five adventure stories are still in print, though when I flicked through one in my local library recently it saddened me to see that an editor had "updated" the text to make it more accessible.  There are also now some very tongue-in-cheek Famous Five adventures available for "grown-ups" with titles like Five on Brexit Island and Five Go Gluten Free.  Clearly I'm not the only adult who remembers the series with affection!)