Pollini has quite a formula going for him. Glover's sexual prowess projected him onto the best selling paperback lists. Night will presumably follow, as does the day. And so will The Crown which has all the ingredients the pulp trade could want. It's the story of Dave Stanley, misogynist, ""Destroyer God"" who K.O.'s his way to the middleweight title and, having run out of opponents, eats and beats his way to light heavyweight championship. The story is told through the eyes of his manager, Farn, who does a good reporter's job on the fight scenes. And it's seen through the impassioned gaze of Sheila Benton, society Mrs. who manages to keep a torrid affair thriving in every third chapter. The Sheila and Dave chapters are exhibitionistic exercises in libidinous dialogues that reach such farcical climaxes as ""Devour Me""...""I'm in love with the agony of it"" and ""hit me!"" Sheila is in love with ""That alarming, intoxicating, beautiful violence in him! To fuse the beauty and the violence in him."" Well fuse away kid but a discerning audience will fizzle out...for the count.