Through dear old Pinterest, I discovered a most unexpected literary (and film!) subgenre: SWAMP PULP.
Swamps strike me as one of the LEAST sexy ecosystems to cozy up with someone…but what do I know? Swamps are clearly infested with rampant sexuality.
Apparently there was such a market for this that multiple authors and film makers chose the same swampy titles.
Oh, we’re still going…
Yes, there are more…
Why stop now?
Are you enjoying yourself? Are you thinking about swamps?
Not yet? Okay, have some more…
And this was just the small sample I found. I’m intrigued (not intrigued enough to read about swamp nymphs…but quite astounded that they have been such a prominent feature in dime store novels).
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