For the porn hound who either glows in a cinematic dark or hasn't the five buck admission, the next best thing is to don a plain wrapper and read Earl's oily renditions of penultimate dialogue and zoom shots in such marathon happenings as Deep Throat, Behind the Green Door, etc. together with interviews of the leading gymnasts involved. Pages and pages of it and it's all yours -- midnight-blue material from the dubs, visits to burlesque, massage parlors, a whore house, etc. And then there's that chapter-long wallow in all Earl knows about JFK's presidential shack-ups and relatively mild pieces on the Gabors, Woody Allen, Sylvia Miles, etc. Mostly smut and nothing but.