All seems well until they attend a local dispersal auction and, on impulse, buy a large, dark, hardwood pedestal. They are wealthy folk they have a large house on the right side of the tracks, the only person not of their social stratus they interact with is their gossipy housekeeper, they tend to avoid going out where other people will be unless it’s to the country club or church. Johnny Bayden and his wife Eleanor, formerly city dwellers, have repaired to the backwoods while Johnny recovers from a stay in the hospital. My most recent find was this little number, which has a great deal more in common with the trip I was on when I bought that copy of Mister Splitfoot than it does with Helen McCloy’s estimable novel. I have spent many years since going to used bookstores to hunt for more red-spines, among many other things. In one of them, I found Helen McCloy’s Mister Splitfoot, a 1969 gothic that was my first red-spine, and to this day is my favorite of the bunch. 1983? In any case, one of my obsessions in high school was used bookstores, and I found every one in the small seaside town where we stayed the week. I first discovered Avon’s series of red-spined quasi-horror tales in the very early eighties I can remember where I was (North Carolina), and why (we were there with friends of my parents for Thanksgiving break), but the year eludes me.
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