Yes, I know the book is a hoax perpetrated on the gullible public in the late 1960's by a group of New York newspaper reporters. In all honesty, the fact that it was written as a joke is the only reason I wanted to read it. I mean, if you want me to read your book, one of the (many) things you could do that will NOT catch my interest is to write, in total earnestness, a book all about a sexually frustrated suburbanite and her many affairs. But if you write such a book in order to make fun of the earnestly-written ones of the same kind, well, you have just improved your chances with me.
Gillian Blake is the female half of "The Billy and Gilly Show," the New York metropolitan area's hottest morning radio program. She and her husband William present themselves as "the sweethearts of the air," interviewing local celebrities and dishing about current issues, and offering their take on modern marital relations. But as the story opens, Gillian has just found out that William is having an affair with a stringy-haired, gap-toothed Vassar graduate named Phyllis, and she wants revenge.
And so it begins. Each reporter has written one chapter, one sordid episode detailing Gillian's quest, first for revenge on her husband, then for her own satisfaction, and finally for the destruction of all the marriages in her cozy Long Island neighborhood. The writing itself is not bad; some editing was clearly done to make sure there was a sense of continuity. But the plot is almost nonexistent, and the descriptions of Gillian's encounters are deliberately and often hilariously untitillating. And each man's eventual downfall is detailed with gleeful relish.
The characters are total stereotypes, including the gay guy who is the last of Gillian's victims; his pink-sweater-and-makeup-wearing, cutesy-talking, shoe-throwing tropiness would get most writers in serious hot water today, and that's not even factoring in his abrupt conversion to straight macho man once Gillian has gotten done with him. But it works perfectly in the context of the bad-on-purpose "Naked Came the Stranger."
There are some truly funny moments here, such as Gillian's seduction of the seemingly strait-laced rabbi who turns out to be a real swinger. He manages to injure himself against a bedpost, is kept waiting at a crucial moment when Gillian takes a lengthy and leisurely phone call from another lover, and finally is attacked and bitten on the rump by the Blakes' dog ... just as Gillian's bridge club arrives at the house, forcing the good rabbi to make a hasty and furtive (and unsatisfied) exit. Of course, Gillian has planned all of this (except perhaps the actual dog bite.)
And lest anyone think that the philandering husbands are going unpunished, "Penelope Ashe" has taken care of that too. Gillian's mobster is so besotted with her that he neglects important mob business and is summarily rubbed out by his boss, who also happens to be his father-in-law, for instance.
I think this book pretty much epitomizes the "guilty pleasure" description.