Sam Leith
Hanky Panky
Harold Robbins: The Man Who Invented Sex
By Andrew Wilson
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The comic Viz has a character in it called Aldridge Prior the Hopeless Liar. ‘I’m Napoleon Bonaparte,’ he will declare, his expression dimly blank. ‘No, I’m not. I’m Jimi Hendrix. I invented Mickey Mouse, you know. I’ve got the Nolan Sisters living in my fridge. Fact.’
Harold Robbins – described in his pomp as ‘the Onassis of supermarket literature’ – was in fact the Aldridge Prior of 1970s pulp. He claimed to have been an orphan; to have been raised by a strict Catholic order; to have been the sole survivor of a submarine torpedoed at sea; to have been a dope-runner; to have been a casual rent-boy; to have made and lost a million dollars by his early twenties…
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