Does anyone write back-cover copy like this anymore?

SUSPENSE ON A RAMPAGE

     The moment the Interpol agent and his lovely assistants landed in Holland they were in Dutch.
     He was after a drug ring. Who was after him?
     First someone killed his contact.
     Then he ran up against a lethal room clerk.
     Then a bunch of cute Olde Worlde hay dancers went for him with pitchforks.
     Then he got mixed up with some macabre puppet makers.
     It was a Netherlands nightmare—and no waking up.

PUPPET ON A CHAIN

I mean, how could you not pay 95 cents for this book with a come-on like that? The Interpol agent doesn't even need a name! Uncut excitement, baby.