This Armchair Fiction double novel reprint pairs The Spectre of Suicide Swamp by E. K. Jarvis with It’s Magic, You Dope by Jack Sharkey. That makes for a breezy combination. Both books are easy to read and often nonsensical, but altogether enjoyable. The Spectre of Suicide Swamp is about a washed up Hollywood actor named Duke Harley who gets cast with washed up starlet named Kathie Dawn in grade-B thriller called, naturally, The Spectre of Suicide Swamp. They both take the job because both are out of work and need the money. Once on the backlot, a quirk of fate switches their bodies with two real-life swamp people, Tom Lewit and Ginny Hays. After some initial confusion, both couples take to their new lives with Duke and Kathie caught up in a real swamp mystery about a menacing robot with gleaming eyes; and Tom and Ginny embrace their lives as Hollywood actors working in a bad movie about an event they experienced first hand. The plot falls apart at the end, but it’s as fun as a drive-in movie, and equally as cheesy. The second novel, It’s Magic, You Dope, is much better. Bored librarian Albert Hicks finds himself on a world called Drendon where the familiar is unfamiliar. His prim and proper girlfriend, Susan is suddenly a hot little number named Lorn, and she’s a woodnymph. How did he get here? And what can Hicks do about? This is the thrust of It’s Magic, You Dope. Drendon is an odd place, described as a “mythophile’s dream,” there are werewolves, wyverns, beasts and dangers all about. The plot gets a bit complicated and you’ll need a scorecard to keep track of everything. Both It’s Magic, You Dope and The Spectre of Suicide Swamp date from the early 1950s. I liked both stories but I have to give a stronger nod to It’s Magic, You Dope. I’ve purchased several of these Armchair Fiction paperbacks and my buying choices fall into two categories: One: I’m familiar with the author, or Two: I like the cover. In this case, E. K. Jarvis was a pseudonym used by multiple authors working for Ziff-Davis Publishing and the actual author of The Spectre of Suicide Swamp is unknown; and I know very little about Jack Sharkey. These are typical early 50s fantasy schlock, fun to read, drive-in movie style literature all the way. And I do like the covers.