Nope. Utterly unreadable.

This rating is based entirely on my memory of loving the Doc Savage books as a kid. ( )

It seems somehow wrong to judge these by any ordinary standards, because frankly they weren't written as such: short deadlines where telling a rip-roaring adventure yarn in the required word-count and completed in time for the next issue's print-date was more important than any sort of artistic craftsmanship. And at that, they succeed.

However, taken outside of their original location in the pulp magazines they're formulaic, the characters don't even rise to two-dimensions, the dialogue is wooden, the plotting and turns of phrase repetitive, and the prose goes beyond the ordinary purple of the medium and straight into the lurid.

Cheap (at the time at least; these volumes are priced at normal trade paperback prices, making them less so now) disposable fun if you're in the mood for it, but don't expect anything even vaguely approaching art. ( )