At the least, LUCKY AT CARDS by Lawrence Block would be worthy of
reading as a curiosity piece. It was originally published over 40
years ago under the title THE SEX SHUFFLE and the pseudonym
"Sheldon Lord." While LUCKY AT CARDS contains some erotic scenes
that might have been edgy for the time, the work does not qualify
as pornography, by standards now or then. It is, however, an
engrossing, fascinating work, arguably a superlative novel by an
author who would come to write a bookshelf full of them.
Bill Maynard may be lucky at cards, but he makes his own good
fortune more often than not. Maynard's luck, as it were, ran out
during a late-night game in Chicago when his cleverness and
cheating ways caught up with him. Maynard, laying low and licking
his wounds in a small town somewhere between Illinois and New York,
literally lucks into a friendly card game with a group of men whose
occupations are professional --- a dentist, an accountant and a tax
attorney, among others --- but whose card-playing abilities are
strictly amateur. And, as smart as these men might otherwise be,
they fail to recognize Maynard for what he is, which is a quiet,
swift-moving shark among the minnows.
As it turns out, however, Joyce Rogers, the sensuous, world-wise
wife of the tax attorney, knows Maynard for precisely what he is
when she sees him: a cardsharp who is part of an exciting world
that she traded in some years ago for wealth, security and
maddening boredom. Maynard quickly becomes involved with her, and
all that separates them from her husband's fortune is her husband.
He concocts a scheme to eliminate the cuckolded spouse without
murdering him, and things seem to go according to plan --- at least
at first. When they begin going south, however, Maynard is left
with one path to potential salvation, leaving the reader with two