WARNING — THIS BOOK AND REVIEW CONTAIN SEXUAL THEMES AND CONTENT
Steve Victor, agent of O.R.G.Y., is still working for the U.S. government (and other governments who have a vested interest) to infiltrate and eliminate S.M.U.T. But Steve’s got a problem – there’s a bounty on his head for something he did in Malta. But Steve’s never been to Malta – not that he remembers. And now even those he’s worked most closely with, believe that he’s an imposter, a Russian agent who looks like Steve Victor, while the real man from O.R.G.Y. is putting the screws to S.M.U.T. elsewhere. But he’s the real Steve Victor. Isn’t he? Does he have a twin his mother never told him about?
Enough people seem to think Steve’s the imposter that he’s beginning to believe it himself. Has he always been the imposter then? And which one of the Steve Victors will act on behalf of O.R.G.Y. and take down the S.M.U.T. leaders?
This is the fifth book in The Man from O.R.G.Y. series and so far it’s the weakest. This book is what I feared the series might be like when I started. It is campy and the plot is so threadbare as if not to even be a plot. There’s a short story here, padded with outrageous sex and goofiness.
One chapter, for instance, features a naked Steve and a naked female, tied up and hanging from rafters. Their only chance to escape is if they can come together long enough for Steve to untie her restraints with his teeth. But they need to remain close enough, long enough for this to happen. The solution? They swing until he is able to ‘spear’ her with his manhood and she grips him tightly long enough for him to get her free. Not without some problems, of course, because his natural instinct is not to just stay put.
Coming off the previous book, with the introduction of S.M.U.T. and the larger story arch of the forces trying to control the world through the stifling of all sexual urges, I was hoping – expecting – a really nice continuation of that story. And while it pretends to do so, this is nothing more than cheesy comic relief with only the barest hint of the story. 75% of the book is either set-up for the the last 25% with no real tension or action, and goofiness (ala the escape from hanging routine).
That goofiness includes the madcap antics of a man not sure who he really is because of how everyone keeps thinking he’s someone else. If this doesn’t scream 1960’s antics, what would?
I’ve generally been surprisngly pleased with the series, but this book definitely falls into the ‘camp’ category, which the other books have otherwise managed to just avoid. There are a lot of books still to go in this series (and a few other Ted Mark books), so we’ll see if they get back on track.
Looking for a good book? My Son, the Double Agent by Ted Mark is the fifth book in The Man from O.R.G.Y. series and is the most ridiculous, most campy of the books so far (and that’s saying something).
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My Son, the Double Agent
author: Ted Mark
series: The Man from O.R.G.Y. #5
paperback, 188 pages