"Naked Came the Stranger" isn't really a very good book, but then, it was never meant to be any good. A collection of loosely connected erotic jaunts held together by the barest framework of a story, it's full of broad stereotypes, carnal fun, bad puns and obvious adjective choices. While certain sections can be accused of being in bad taste today, psychological profundity or real depravity never really threatens: the tone is light and frothy throughout. Almost half a century later, what really stands out is the Long Island-based authors' gentle ribbing of suburban lifestyles as comfortable but tacky and materialistic. Occasionally arousing, almost despite itself, "Naked Came the Stranger" might be make a worthwhile read for the sort of reader who sticks to solid literary stuff as a rule. A literary curiosity with a top-shelf backstory, this "Penelope Ashe" title allowed me to satisfy my curiosity about all those bad, fun, and slightly dated books I'm never actually going to sit down and read. A final note: this book features lots of naked people, but the "Stranger" mentioned in the title never really shows up. Camus this isn't. ( )

The very first section of the book, copyright 2003, promises a lot that the book does not deliver. It possibly did deliver at the time when it was published in 1969, but today there is nothing remarkable except the basic premise that twenty four people would write 24 chapters of a book that would somehow appear with a coherent theme. Gilly is betrayed in her marriage and decides to get revenge on her husband. But the husband gets away pretty light. Instead, Gilly intentionally destroys the relationships of other men with their wives. By destroy read suicide, jail time, and, of course, discovery by the other spouse and whatever consequences that discovery brings about. Where is the consequence for the husband in all of this?

It is an interesting read solely for the somewhat unique writing structure. Other than that, it is a waste of time and boring in today’s reading environment.
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I first heard of "Naked Came the Stranger" in a wikipedia.org entry, which referred to it as "one of the greatest literary hoaxes of all time." Given the story surrounding the book, I'd have to agree. Other articles go into all sorts of detail, but for our purposes a little bit of background will suffice. The story goes a little something like this:

Several journalists at Newsday were incensed by what they perceived as the degradation of literature in the United States through sensationalism, over-sexualization, and a host of other frivolous ills. To prove their point, they took it upon themselves to write the most singularly vapid, sexually-charged book they could write and then get it published. They succeeded beyond their wildest expectations. Not only did they manage to get it published, but the book became a national best seller, at which point they began to feel guilty for all the gobs of money that rolled in and decided to reveal the hoax to the world. The funny thing was that, even after the hoax was revealed, the book sold even better because of the media storm the scandal generated.

So of course I had to read it. I found an old copy in a batch of used books (which is quite easy to do, given how prevalent the book was) and snagged it for later enjoyment.

The plot is a doozey. Gillian Blake, the better half of the famous Billy & Gilly Show talk radio program, finds out that her husband is cheating on her. And instead of divorcing him like any normal person might, she decides to get her revenge by sleeping with everyone she can in their tightly-nit suburban community of King's Neck, ruining each and every man that comes in contact with her. From rabbis to devout Christians to made men to gays, no one is immune to Gilly's charms. As the quintessential irresistible female she effortlessly tears through a revolving cast of men, all of whom look to her as the one thing missing in their lives. She makes her conquest, gets them hooked, and then leaves them high and dry as she progresses on to the next dunce in line.

One would think that at the book's conclusion there would be a grand summation, some moralizing scene where the tables are turned on Gilly and she is eventually undone by her man eating ways. But one would be disappointed. No, after roughly a dozen men have bit the dust (literally in some cases--from being knocked off by mob bosses or having a heart attack and drowning in the pool after having an ice cube shoved up his ass) she and Billy simply decide to move back to the city and the story ends. The absurdity of it actually made me laugh out loud.

Just as the authors intended, the story is vapid and completely lacking in substance. The funny thing, though, is that there were many sections they had to rewrite before sending it to the publisher because they were actually *too good*. You can see a glimmer of this in a few of the passages. But by and large, the writing is just awful enough to be digestible by the public at large. The characters are nonsensical most of the time, the dialogue stilted and overused. Pretty much the only thing it has going for it is the risqué nature of plot--which, as we all know, was the authors' point.

The only question remaining, however, is how do I rate such a travesty? Do I rate it on the genius of the hoax or the enjoyment of the read? In the end I decided to do a little of both. I gave it a middle of the road rating at three stars, since that best reflected my overall impressions of the book. It was an entertaining read if only to get the full story on what exactly the hoax entailed, but I can't recommend it to your typical user who doesn't have an infatuation with sleazy literature. If you don't get a kick out of B-movie-ish books, then you'd be better served reading the wikipedia page and calling it a day. ( )

This is the infamous erotic book which was written in the nineteen-sixties by a consortium who claimed to have been dissatisfied with the literary standard of the popular fiction being written at the time by the likes of Jacqueline Susann and Harold Robbins, and who determined to write a tongue-in-cheek best seller to demonstrate how easily the writing can be done. As is thoroughly documented in this edition, at least a dozen journalists took part in the writing, and enough press leaks of the ‘spoof’ were engineered to make the book a success. Returning to this book after nearly forty years I found that it hasn’t really aged very well. It’s a collection of vignettes centred around a married couple of local radio people. The wife has discovered her husband’s chronic infidelity and sets about exacting her revenge on the males of the small local community in which they live. Voluptuously sensual, she manages to seduce a wide variety of local males, causing suicide, murder and insanity as well as a number of more simple types of marriage breakdown. The book is entertaining, and is undeniably well crafted, although it would never have the mass appeal of Susann and Robins. For one thing it’s too short. It’s also a bit shallow. But it’s quite a good read, particularly bearing in mind the circumstances of its origin. ( )