{"id":1801,"date":"2019-04-12T20:17:53","date_gmt":"2019-04-12T20:17:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/?p=1801"},"modified":"2019-04-12T20:31:57","modified_gmt":"2019-04-12T20:31:57","slug":"from-the-archives-of-essex-terror-ted-vaaaks-the-whore-whos","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/2019\/04\/12\/from-the-archives-of-essex-terror-ted-vaaaks-the-whore-whos\/","title":{"rendered":"from the archives of Essex Terror: Ted Vaaak\u2019s \u201cThe Whore Who\u2026\u201ds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>[Notes: This article is from October 2013. I apologise for the language contained within]<\/em><\/p>\n<p><center>***<\/center><\/p>\n<p><strong>Ted Vaaak\u2019s \u201cThe Whore Who\u2026\u201ds<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>During the mid to late \u201970s, Ted Vaaaak, seemingly at the time lost in the midst of a decade long breakdown, blundered his way into the nascent Violent Women subgenre with his surprisingly successful novel <em>The Whore Who Shot Her Way Out<\/em> (published in December 1974 by Virago). The story followed a weary prostitute, Eddington \u2018Edds\u2019 McHair, through a typical day on the job, as she meets clients, chats to friends, and describes repeatedly her clothes. The climax of the book, a frightful attempt to escape an overcrowded chip shop on Southend seafront, is said to have left many readers in tears.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/whore001.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/whore001.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"304\" height=\"500\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1802\" srcset=\"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/whore001.jpg 304w, https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/04\/whore001-182x300.jpg 182w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 304px) 100vw, 304px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Later that year, when it was revealed that Ted Vaaaaak was not technically a woman, the series transferred to Fontana Publishing, and <em>The Whore Who Exploded<\/em> burst onto the bestsellers charts with unabashed fury. Over the next 26 months, his breakdown now suppressed, Ted capitalised on his new found success with 44 different <em>Whores<\/em> books, which was astonishing even by Ted\u2019s battering ram standards.<\/p>\n<p>The series was received not without some controversy. A debate around violence and pornography is never far away from seeping out of the British media\u2019s lips at the best of times, and the 1970s were, in many ways, dreadful. In the Anglia News vaults there is (never broadcast) footage of a disastrous doorstepped interview at Vaak\u2019s house, where Ted, 100% nude, is asked whether he finds the filth he writes erotic. Ted\u2019s subsequent claim that \u201call fiction is erotic\u201d is probably, all things considered, the most terrifying thing he ever uttered.<\/p>\n<p>In late \u201977 a Radio 4 dramatisation was made of <em>The Whore Who Killed Absolutely Everybody<\/em>, the final novel in the series, where Edds comes out of retirement for one last night of sex, violence and extensive descriptions of clothing. Renamed <em>The Woman Who Killed Absolutely Everybody<\/em>, it aired to general disgust and mild disquiet, and soon afterwards Ted\u2019s and the public\u2019s interest in the series and indeed the genre as a whole gradually waned away.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Editor\u2019s Note:<\/strong> <em>This article\u2019s title was changed from Ted Vaaak\u2019s \u201cThe Whores Who\u201d to Ted Vaak\u2019s \u201cThe Whore Whose\u201d to finally the current title within thirteen seconds of publication.<\/em><\/p>\n__________<\/br><h3><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Support An Accumulation Of Things<\/a><\/h3><i>If you like the things you've read here please consider subscribing to my <a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">patreon<\/a> or my <a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">ko-fi<\/a>. <\/br><\/br><a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/davidguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Patreon subscribers<\/a> get not just early access to content and also the occasional gift, but also my eternal gratitude. Which I'm not sure is very useful, but is certainly very real.<\/br><\/br>(<a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/davidnguy\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\">Ko-fi contributors<\/a> probably only get the gratitude I'm afraid, but please get in touch if you want more). <\/br><\/br>Thank you!<\/i><\/br><\/br>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>[Notes: This article is from October 2013. I apologise for the language contained within] *** Ted Vaaak\u2019s \u201cThe Whore Who\u2026\u201ds During the mid to late \u201970s, Ted Vaaaak, seemingly at the time lost in the midst of a decade long breakdown, blundered his way into the nascent Violent Women subgenre with his surprisingly successful novel [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[583],"tags":[120,424,23,587],"class_list":["post-1801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-from-the-archives-of-essex-terror","tag-essex","tag-essex-terror","tag-fiction","tag-ted-vaak"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1801","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1801"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1814,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1801\/revisions\/1814"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/accumulationofthings.com\/things\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}