The Women's Lib backlash explodes once more in this rambling series of diatribes against ladies who done men wrong. This includes nearly everybody from Eva Peron to Zsa Zsa Gabor, from French and Italian Renaissance poisoners up through their supposed modern counterparts out to cheat, blackmail, and murder their unsuspecting spouses and/or lovers for everything they've got, and then some. Is this secret Lavender Lib propaganda? The author's paranoia, expressed in endless tales of paternity and breach-or-promise suits, statutory rape, phoney rape accusations, undeserved alimony, et al., should send the rational man with a hard-on straight (or, rather, right) to the nearest Turkish baths. Taken as pure camp, however, this is a fun book on an aesthetic par with bad horror movies of the '30's.