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If a song (usually old, usually cheesy) is stubbornly embedded in your mind and you can't stop singing it, it's called an earworm, so it stands to reason then that a book you can't stop thinking about would be an eyeworm.


In this instance, I have been afflicted with an eyeworm whose title and author I cannot remember, although I can recite much of the story and describe the major characters. It's an early 1970's cheesy novel about Texas oilmen, the women who love them and the deeds they do. Preceeding "Dallas" by several years, it offered the same lurid sex, manly men and womenly women that Harold Robbins is infamous for, but it wasn't written by Harold Robbins.


I recall the title as "Oil" but google tells me that there's only one book by that name and it was written by Upton Sinclair in the 1920's. Definitely not the same book...




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