Juvenile delinquent fiction, the 'long forgotten genre', is forgotten only in name though. It has lived on through the decades, evolved into new forms and given itself new names. Call it punk, call it pulp fiction, call it noir, call it gansta. In popular culture nowadays, the sleazy underbelly of society is so exposed that it can barely be described as an underbelly any more. It has become mainstream; The streets, the marginals, the underdogs, they've found their voice and they're not giving it back. Hal Ellson and Juvenile delinquent fiction were among the first to give the streets its voice, and allow it to say what it wanted to say.
In Big Trouble, Arthur Carter went to The Pines, a two hour drive from the city, to enjoy the ambience of the woods and the farm in the countryside, as he always have. Upon checking in, he was assisted by a pretty, fifteen year old waitress, Ellen, whose sexual aggressiveness he later learned doesn’t speak of her age. Arthur was warned by Mrs. Grey, an occupant in The Pines, about her eye for the men which always meant for trouble. However, Arthur’s defenses failed to resist Ellen’s seductive advances, and had himself lost in her arms in the dark, unaware of Mrs. Grey’s presence, observing, eavesdropping.
In the story Protection, no one could make Amato pay protection money. But when they got to his wife he came up with a new plan.
And in the story Dangerous, Domino, a young black man had no qualms about dangling two or three women on a string. He could even have them working for him if he played his cards right. But what if one of the ladies was a little more than crazy?