Böcker av Frank R Long

A black American ex-heavyweight boxing champion, accused of rape, has his fate in the hands of twelve women, six of them black, in a criminal court.Evidence is considered that was ignored in a famous parallel case in life.

A new icon of daring-do strides from the pages of fiction with MALLET.Sergeant Mallet, maverick of the Special Branch is part James Bond, part Dirty Harry and part Mike Hammer. Denizen of the purlieus of London's worst crime areas, he walks amongst murderers and big time racketeers withour fear, using his own private code to decide who shall or shall not bite the bullet of death or long term imprisonment.Those who don't read MALLET will never find out what's really happening in London after dark...

Homo tyrannus is a huge prehistoric sexual predator who with a handful of kindred monsters has survived deep in the South American hinterland for 50,000 years.His I.Q. is vastly superior to that of Homo sapiens. He uses a half-crazed anthropologist to hitch a ride to Victorian England. Here he lays waste to Fairfax in Devonshire, impregnating only those wives emotionally estranged from their husbands, fìrst killing and partially devouring the poor mates as hors d'oeuvre.His phenomenal pheromones beguile lonely, sexually undernourished nubile human females, often by mesmeric persuasion that he is an idealised ex-lover.Thus the myriad psychopathic qualities he has in abundance are implanted and have swirled into the Homo sapiens' DNA for half a hundred millennium, causing all the international disaffection that we see today.The finale is grotesque, fiery and of Wagnerian Gotterdammerun proportions

How (pre-Lennox Lewis) Britain got itself a heavyweight boxing champion from nowhere.Single Set Comedy Play, 3W 4M

The niece of a celebrated hangman murdered 10 years previously in 1955 arranges for the two men originally acquitted of the crime to rendezvous under her roof for a reciprocal blood sacrifice that horrifically boomerangs...A comedy thriller play of two acts.

A PLAY IN THREE ACTS THE SCENE IS THE LOUNGE OF THE LLEWELLYN LUXURY HOME ON THE PACIFIC COAST OF MEXICO. IT IS LARGE, HAS DOORS TO LEFT AND RIGHT AND A WIDE, DEEP VERANDAH AT REAR. COCONUT PALMS CAN BE SEEN AGAINST A TROPICAL BLUE SKY ALONG WITH A PERFUSION OF RED AND WHITE TRUMPET FLOWERS THAT TEND TO INVADE THE VERANDAH.....

A semi-pornographic portrait painter and his pretty wife are hard at work in their isolated farm in darkest Exmoor. Two beautiful, well upholstered models arrive to pose. But the wife's first husband, a ne'er-do-well violent prisoner, has escaped from Dartmoor Prison as 'Long John Silver' (whom he thinks he is, having got a knock on the head during a pantomime) and is bent on murder. There are two naïve Dartmoor screws in pursuit of Long John and a virginal vicar pursued by the models. A pantomime horse and a gorilla suit help to complicate matters in this end-of-pier eisteddfod. Read it and produce it!

THIS PLAY IS IN TWO ACTS Two young Americans, one a white Rhodes scholar and the other a black professor acting as a servant, are boarding at an English stately home founded on eighteenth century slave money when the Adonis is recruited as an artificial insemination donor. But he catches 'flu and is delirious and his friend, having had a few drinks and wanting to help out, supplies the specimen..... Thus Spense, the Afro-American intellectual, who is also researching his ancestry, finds in one fell swoop that he is sixth cousin to the present lord of the manor and apparently father of the imminent heir.

A FILMSCRIPT BY FRANK R LONG. It is raining heavily. All the sounds concomitant with a violent storm are present. Lightning stabs the sky at frequent intervals accompanied almost immediately by a crash of thunder. CAMERA ROVES SLOWLY......

Two couples, joined in matrimony only partially holy, by sheer happenstance find themselves occupying adjacent honeymoon suites in a Monte Carlo hotel in 1931. What a situation! The author suspects such a situation and ambience has occurred in our theatre several generations ago. But never like this. Oh dear no. The lives of our four are of a kind that could never have been explored on stage pre-war for fear of the Lord Chamberlain's Office and our ever vigilant thought police. So are their lives improper? Do take your seats to find out...