PANTOUFLE by Frederick Jackson


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Pantoufle was a bastard and he knew it and didn't mind"". Such is the opening sentence, and it sets the key to the book -- a deliberate shocker, cheap, sensational and daring, but gay, entertaining and amusing. The tale is concerned not with the erring mother, but with the handsome youth of twenty-two who did not finish Oxford because he needed no more instruction in the only art that interested him, the fine art of seduction. Woman after woman, wedded and virgin, succumbed to his charm. A tale of a ne'er do well, a dashing figure who lacks warmth and who has an excess of finesse. It is self evident that the market is not a universal one. Boston -- watch your step!

Pub Date: March 18th, 1935
Publisher: Knopf