I know the book is trying its damndest to come off as wild and sexy, what with the breasts and the “one-eyed runts” (who are all female?) playing “endless games of sex”, but from the vantage point of forty years later it just looks pathetic. “Look! Boobies! Sex! We’re so naughty!”
I suspect the real thing is a fair bit less salacious than the cover suggests – Belmont (and its predecessor Greenleaf Books, hence the logo) had a good thing going in reprinting old pulp stories with REALLY SEXY cover blurbs (and I admit, occasional inserted sex scenes that the original publishers would have fainted at) and marketing them to the sweatier members of the SF audience.
Dead Stuff With Big Teeth, thanks for having the patience to do what I couldn’t be bothered to do. The anagrams are, almost without exception, at least as meaningful as the book’s original title. It is odd, though, how many of them take on the syntax of headlines from newspapers (Onyx Frigs Constituency; Fungi Cretin Syncs Toy Ox) or popular science magazines (Fry Onyx Using Tectonics) rather than book titles.
According to Wikipedia, 61 Cygni is – like very many stars – binary, consisting of two K-type dwarf stars (presumably white), one (A) variable and one (B) a flare star. 61 Cygni C would be another star, that doesn’t exist. Neither do the planets. And if you want to see sexually active runts, shame on you.
Having said that, Leela on Futurama is very cute. And capable, and intimidating. And not a runt.
@ocellaris. I’ve been wondering about that– how could anyone possibly write *an entire novel* about one-eyed sex runts? Very likely there’s just a page or so describing Sexy-Midget-Cyclopsville, and the main plot has nothing to do with it at all. That’s just a guess, though– I’m chicken to look it up, too.