Orrie hitt biography samples
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Russ Meyer said that when people watched his movies, he wanted them to know “where they are” five minutes into the viewing (umm, you achieved that, Russ). Orrie Hitt may or may not have expressed that same desire concerning the experience readers had poring over his novels, but he wrote like he wanted that to happen. You always know “where you are” in a Hitt novel.
Or do you?
Meyer and Hitt, although masters of two different media, had many other things in common as artists, besides the immediacy of their works. Primarily, they both achieved a rare duality of both embracing and transcending the possibilities involved in producing exploitation fare. On one level, Meyer’s films were just celluloid excuses for a big tits-obsessed guy to have his female characters’ huge jugs bouncing all over the screen. Similarly, in Hitt’s novels we never get too far from the matter of sex – characters are pretty much always either ha
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The Sleazy Side of the Street - Guest Blog bygd Brian Ritt
THE SLEAZY SIDE OF THE STREET
by Brian Ritt
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
--On The Sunny Side of the Street
(McHugh/Fields)
Orrie Hitt wrote about low-rent people in low-rent places.
His dock were rotten to the core, as bad as they komma, lust prowlers, promoters, cheaters, suckers, pushovers, and Peeping Tom's. Their names were Dutch, Arch, Rip, Brick, Buck, Shad, Slade, Big Mike, Clint Crown, Johnny Vandal, and Jerry Slink. They dreamed and schemed, manipulated and manhandled.
Meet one of Hitt's men: "He was a big man, a couple of inches over 6 feet, and he weighed pounds. None of his weight was fat. He was all raw muscle and bone with broad shoulders and close cut s
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Hitt was born in Colchester, New York in When he was 11 years old, his father committed suicide. Hitt obtained a job at a hunting lodge in upstate New York to make ends meet while his mother worked as a hotel chambermaid. Meanwhile, Hitt was a high school student. As a sophomore, he advised his teacher that he wanted to be a writer, and his teacher did what all good teachers do she shattered his dreams by telling him that he was never going to make it as a writer because his English language skills were unsatisfactory and that he was to