Free Frenzy with plot pics

Free Frenzy with plot pics

This post is to let people know that an ebook version of Frenzy is available for free for a limited time at the following Book Funnel promotion. Click here to get a copy before the offer times out. Thanks!

Please consider posting a review at your favorite review site, or shoot me an email letting me know how to improve, or perhaps advising I go into another line of work!

The purpose of the freebies is to generate reviews and let people know the kind of crazy books that I write, given that I am just an individual without the advertising budget of real publishers. Happy reading!

Here are some reposts of the flooding that occurred in Houston’s pedestrian tunnels during Hurricane Allison in 2001, the setting of the plot in Frenzy. I can almost see the piranhas.


Free Judge Crater: limited time only

I am currently offering FREE ebook copies of my book Judge Crater Takes a Powder. This is the first book in the comedy sci-fi satire: Adventures of Maggie, the Lesbian Radiated Nun. I had great fun writing this book, and–warning–it is irreverent, adult, and very funny! The book has no Safe Spaces for snowflakes or the easily offended. From the back cover:

The most famous disappearance of the 20th century is solved as Supreme Court Justice Joseph Crater goes undercover for the FBI in this hilarious satire set in mid-century America, with an eccentric cast of characters including Amelia Earhart, J. Edgar Hoover, Orson Welles, incompetent German spies, Japanese submarines, space-folding transvestites, Mormon mafia, and recipe-obsessed nuns, exposing a galactic conspiracy of aliens intent on flooding the Earth through global warming.

RECENT REVIEW: “Roberts interweaves historical fact with castles in the air, dubiousness and irony to create a fast paced narrative filled with the almost plausible as well as out-and-out incredible in this sardonic romp. . . For those who like a bit of sarcasm swathed in quirkiness and screwball circumstance; Judge Crater Takes a Powder should prove to be a worthwhile read. Happy to recommend [it] for those not easily dismayed, repulsed or dazed.” —

I couldn’t have written a better review myself! Click here to grab your free copy of Judge Crater Takes a Powder. You will have to resubscribe to the Equus Newsletter, but not to worry. Resubscribing has no ill effects. You will still get only one copy of the Newsletter as always. And you can just as easily unsubscribe.

BTW, I am thinking of changing the cover. I designed it and I like it, but maybe it’s too busy for people who are used to making split second decisions in what to read based on the cover. Does anyone have an opinion on whether I should change the cover? I don’t know yet how to include an opinion poll in a Post or a Newsletter, so just email me at if you feel like reaching out. It’s rare for writers to get feedback, so I value each opinion I receive.

Before I move on to a different topic… Judge Crater was a real person. In the first few pages of my book, I relate every fact that is known about his disappearance on Aug 4, 1930. He had just returned from vacation. He did order his assistant, who was also named Joseph, to bring $5,150 from his bank, which in today’s money would be well over $100,000. He did have dinner with a love-interest, a showgirl named Sally, and with his lawyer friend, Bill, at Billy Haas Chopshop. He did leave them around 9 p.m. to walk to the Belasco Theater two blocks over and one block down from 44th St. to see the musical Dancing Partner. He also had a box under his arm the contents of which he apparently did not disclose to anyone, suggesting that he had an appointment with someone. Last item: he was married but recently separated.

He never arrived at the Belasco and for decades his disappearance was a popular topic of conversation, the Depression-era version of the 1970s disappearance of Jimmy Hoffa. Except there was no evident motive to explain Crater’s absence. And there was never a confession from anyone in gangland. He just walked into the night–and was gone. My book, though wild and crazy, is as good an explanation as any!

Glenn Lazar Roberts

What is Equus About?

Greetings to one and all. There seems to be a bit of confusion among some people who signed up for the Equus Newsletter as to what they have gotten themselves into. I will attempt to set things straight.

FIRST: Don’t miss my latest satire, which is nearing completion, about an average guy who gets kicked around in a Politically Correct America of the future where all the police are gay, domestic robots sue their owners for alimony, and anyone with a Reparations Card can commandeer vehicles at will. Very funny! I will be posting details and excerpts at my new page at Your support is appreciated.

NOW, on to business: If you signed up for the Equus Publishing newsletter to obtain a discounted ebook—as many have—you might want to take a moment to learn what Equus Publishing is about. You may want to glance at the About Us tab and read it. A few subscribers, I believe, have not done that.

If you signed up for the newsletter, then you also signed up for the Posts that I periodically write. The newsletter arrives complete in your email. The Posts only arrive as a headline; you must click on the link to view the entire post. Newsletters are a bit milquetoast; Posts get into the nitty-gritty. If the heading makes one uncomfortable, one should think twice about clicking.

WHAT is Equus about? Equus is the Latin word for horse. In common English usage it typically refers to stallions, i.e., male horses. As the byline states and the logo suggests, Equus Publishing is dedicated to publishing Books For Men. While all are welcome, Equus Publishing was formed to explore and analyze masculine psychology, male perspectives of gender, and to promote discussion and publication of topics of primary interest to men, including topics that some may find upsetting.

One should not be surprised that a website entitled ‘Equus’ has something to do with men. Given the outlaw nature of masculinity in modern America, I founded this site to analyze, discuss, and promote masculinity, in discussion and in books. And given that Social Justice Warriors are, almost by definition, anti-male and often trash masculinity as a pastime, this site also often lampoons SJWs and exposes their many antics. I have written an entire series of three satirical novels devoted to lampooning SJWs, called Adventures of Maggie, the Radiated Lesbian Nun. In these very funny novels, lovable Maggie is the ideal SJW.

As you see, Equus Publishing is not calm and sedate. This is controversy. This site is against Political Correctness and says up front: there are no Safe Spaces here for marshmallows, snowflakes, and the Easily Offended. If you like to see honest commentary, and to read walloping good stories, from sci-fi to horror to social satire, then this place is for you. If that makes one uncomfortable, however, then maybe not.

—Glenn Lazar Roberts

Racist writers of yesteryear

I was re-reading an old novel from Edgar Rice Burroughs, one of my favorite writers when I was a teen. He was perhaps the most popular writer of his day, selling more books than almost anyone before him, tens of millions of copies in at least a dozen languages. You may know ERB as the author of the Tarzan books, or the “Barsoom” Martian series, which were made into the movie John Carter of Mars.

He also wrote adventure novels about Venus, the Moon, Jupiter, and perhaps most interesting of all a series of adventure novels about “Pellucidar”, where he postulated a world inside the Earth. This world had stone-age people, animals now extinct on the surface, and seas and mountains all held by gravity to the inside of the Earth’s crust where the horizon always curved up into mist instead of down into nothing as on the surface of the Earth. This world had no night but was permanently illuminated by a bright sun that hung where we believe the Earth’s core to be. Pellucidar could be accessed through a gap near the North Pole, or by drilling directly through the Earth’s crust. ERB had a fantastic imagination.

Of course ERB lived in a different era and his novels were and are typically dismissed as mere popular entertainment. But on occasion he had flashes of brilliance and did not hesitate to use his books to “pellucidate” modern society. Here is a passage from “Land of Terror”, one of the Pellucidar series:


Closer and closer [the stone-age warriors] came, until I [David] could see them quite plainly. They were heavy-built, stocky warriors with bushy beards, a rather uncommon sight in Pellucidar where most of the pure-blood white tribes are beardless.

When they were about a hundred feet from us, their canoes all abreast, a number of warriors rose in the bow of each boat and opened fire on us…

[The stone-age warriors overcome David.]

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying bound in the bottom of a canoe among the hairy legs of the warriors who had captured me… they were discussing the battle in loud, gruff voices, shouting back and forth the length of the boat… the warrior who had kicked me in the face said, “The prisoner has got his senses back. He can tell us how sticks can be made to give forth smoke and flame [i.e., David’s gun]…”

“We can make him give us the secret,” said another, “and then we can kill all the warriors of Gef and Julok and take all their men for ourselves.”

I was a little puzzled by that remark, for it seemed to me that if they killed all the warriors there would be no men left; and then, as I looked more closely at my bearded, hairy captors, the strange, the astounding truth suddenly dawned upon me. These warriors were not men; they were women.

“Who wants more men?” said another. “I don’t. Those that I have give me enough trouble–gossiping, nagging, never doing their work properly. After a hard day hunting or fighting, I get all worn out beating them after I get home.”

“The trouble with you, Rhump,” said a third, “you’re too easy with your men. You let them run all over you.” …

“Well, Fooge, … if I had such a mean-spirited set of weaklings as your men are, I might not have as much trouble; but I like a little spirit in my men.”

“Don’t say anything about my men,” shouted Fooge, as she aimed a blow at Rhump’s head with a paddle…

“Sit down, and shut up.”

I looked in the direction of the voice to see a perfectly enormous brute of a creature with a bushy black beard and close-set eyes. One look at [Gluck, their chieftain] explained why the disturbance ceased immediately…

As they paddled, they got to discussing me… The consensus of opinion seemed to be that I was too feminine to measure up to their ideal of what a man should be.

“Look at his arms and legs,” said Fooge. “He’s muscled like a woman.”

“No sex appeal at all,” commented Rhump.

“Well, we can put him to work with the other slaves,” said Gluck.

[At the village] a number of warriors had come down to greet us, and behind them huddled the men and the children, all a little fearful it seemed of the blustering women warriors.

I aroused only a mild curiosity. The women who had not seen me before looked upon me rather contemptuously.

“Whose is he?” asked one. “He’s not much of a prize for a whole day’s expedition.”

“He’s mine,” said Gluck. “I know he can fight, because I’ve seen him; and he ought to be able to work as well as a woman; he’s husky enough.”

“You can have him,” said the other. “I wouldn’t give him room in my hut.”

Gluck turned toward a man. “Glula,” she called, “come and get this. Its name is David. It will work in the field. See that it has food, and see that it works.”

A hairless, effeminate little man came forward. “Yes, Gluck,” he said in a thin voice, “I will see that he works.”

I followed Glula toward the village; and as we passed among the other men and children, three [men] and three children followed along with us, all eyeing me rather contemptuously.

“These [men] are Rumla, Foola and Geela,” said Glula; “and these are Gluck’s children.”

“You don’t look much like a man, said Rumla; “but then neither do any of the other men that we capture outside of the valley. It must be a strange world out there, where the men look like women and the women look like men; but it must be very wonderful to be bigger and stronger than your women.”

“Yes,” said Geela [one of the effeminate men]. “If I were bigger and stronger than Gluck, I’d beat her with a stick every time I saw her.”

“So would I,” said Glula [another effeminate man]. “i’d like to kill the big beast [Gluck the woman chieftain].”

“You don’t seem very fond of Gluck,” I said.

“Did you ever see a man who was fond of a woman?” demanded Foola [the third effeminate man]. “We hate the brutes.”

“Why don’t you do something about it, then?” I asked.

“What can we do?” he demanded. “What can we poor men do against them? If we even talk back to them, they beat us.”

[David meets another captive from the outside world.]

“To what woman do you [Zor] belong?” I asked.

“To Rhump. She’s a she-jalok, if there ever was one; and you?”

“I belong to Gluck.”

“She’s worse. Keep out of the hut as much as you can, when she’s in it. Do your sleeping while she’s away hunting or raiding. She seems to think that slaves don’t need any sleep. If she ever finds you asleep, she’ll kick and beat you to within a inch of your life.”

“Sweet character,” I commented.

“They are all pretty much alike,” replied Zor. “They have none of the natural sensibilities of women and only the characteristics of the lowest and most brutal types of men.”

“How about the men?”

“Oh, they’re a decent lot; but scared of their lives.”

[While working in Gluck’s garden, David is attacked by one of the muscular women and strikes her in self-defense.]

Gluck turned to the woman I had knocked down. “You tried to beat one of my men?”

“He stole food from the garden,” replied the woman.

“…nobody can beat one of my men, and get away with it. If I want them beaten, I’ll beat them myself. Perhaps this will teach you to leave my men alone,” and with that she hauled off and knocked the other [woman] down. Then she stepped closer and commenced to kick the prostrate woman in the stomach and face.

Gung seized one of Gluck’s feet and tripped her. Then followed one of the most brutal fights i have ever witnessed. They pounded, kicked, clawed, scratched and bit one another like two furies. The brutality of it sickened me. If these women were the result of taking women out of slavery and attempting to raise them to equality with man, then I think that they and the world would be better off if they were returned to slavery. One of the sexes must rule; and man seems temperamentally better fitted for the job than woman. Certainly if full power over man has resulted in debauching and brutalizing women to such an extent, then we should see that they remain always subservient to man, whose overlordship is, more often than not, tempered by gentleness and sympathy.

[Gluck finally kills Gung. Gluck the enormous woman chieftain turns to David.]

“You are the cause of this. Gung was a good warrior and a fine hunter; and now she is dead. No man is worth that. I should have let her kill you; but I’ll remedy that mistake.” She turned to Zor. “Get me some sticks, slave,” she commanded.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I am going to beat you to death.”


We can each think our own thoughts about ERB’s views expressed in Land of Terror. But when I see Social Justice Warriors enthusiastically promoting violence and calling for an end to long-established international legal norms such as free speech, the rule of law, and democratic processes, I can’t help but think that I see some similarity to Gluck and her woman warriors.

Frenzy for Free

Frenzy for Free

By clicking on the link below, you should be able to access a selection of free ebooks from Book Funnel, including my horror/sci-fi novel Frenzy. I put Frenzy on BF for free once before, but some people said they could not download. That should now be fixed. If there any issues, email me at glenn AT equus publishing DO T com. THIS DISCOUNT IS AVAILABLE ONLY FOR THE NEXT FEW DAYS. IT STOPS ON APRIL 6. Click here to get Frenzy for Free.

“The hurricane party went well—until someone locked the doors. Now pretty biologist Carmen Niles must lead her friends through an underground maze, triggering a deadly scheme to sabotage the medical research center’s genechip experiments. The party-goers’ only escape is through a labyrinth of rapidly flooding pedestrian tunnels, with drug gangs, psychics, a stock fraud, and one-minute piranhas created by experimental ‘genechips’ based on the ideas of famous physicist Stephen Wolfram.”


The picture is a genuine image of the great flood that inundated Houston’s pedestrian tunnels in 2000. This pic was taken beneath the Medical Center.

And don’t forget the imminent debut of my next book: The Warriors, a satire of the cult 1979 movie The Warriors, but about all-girl roller derby teams of Social Justice Warriors in Los Angeles instead of all-male street gangs in NYC. “Nuts!”

Maalstrom free ebook-limited time

You can now get a free ebook copy of my book Maalstrom by clicking on the link below. This should link to a selection of free ebooks offered by several sci-fi writers… limited time only! Click here to get Maalstrom for free.

Actually, it’s Set Your Own Price for the ebook, and I could use a few donations to help out. But you can set zero if you like.

And by the way, other sci-fi and horror books are in the pipeline from Dark Lotus Books, Home of the Just Plain Weird. Courtesy of your friendly, neighborhood and politically incorrect Equus Publishing. Expect to see some very weird books described in future newsletters.

Maalstrom ebook sale

There is a lot happening behind the scenes. I’ll try to get it all down on this blog, one step at a time. If all goes right, in a couple of weeks ebook copies of Maalstrom will be available on Maalstrom is a sci-fi fantasy, an epic swashbuckler in the grand style of Robert E. Howard and Edgar Rice Burroughs, in line with my attempts to make male-oriented stories available again.

A century ago Edgar Rice Burroughs was one of the most popular writers in the world, writing almost 80 books aimed at young men and selling over 30 million books in his lifetime and another 30 million posthumously in over 50 languages. Robert E. Howard published many stories while alive and anthologies of his stories were best sellers after he died, the famous Conan movies based on his literary creation.

The sad part is that the rot of Political Correctness has gone so far in the publishing industry that neither Howard nor Burroughs could be published today, since their audience was almost exclusively male and today’s publishing industry is primarily oriented toward female readers. Not that there is a problem with that, and it’s not women’s fault that many young men prefer to play computer games than read, but publishers should not automatically reject male-oriented stories. There should be room for both.

But publishers increasingly are subjecting authors’ submissions to a Politically Correct litmus test, part of which is the notion that it is somehow immoral to write for a male audience–or, bizarrely enough, even that there is no such thing as masculine psychology and that it is not possible to write stories for men. Only college kids or JFK Boomers could believe such nonsense.

Anyway, Maalstrom is a not just a Conan-type carve-em-up swashbuckler on an alien planet. It’s also an exploration of the role of myth in human society and what humanity might look like if it were split into several genders that were mutually dependent but still subject to the stresses of biological evolution. Having written Maalstrom at the age of twenty–my first effort at writing fiction–I think it has more than held up over the years. Parts of the book I think are among my finest writing and the book has something important to say about human genetics and the myths and conflicts that govern all societies, on Earth as well as future planets that people may eventually colonize.