|Vintage Pulp | Politique Diabolique||Feb 18 2017|
We couldn't resist a comment on the recent election. Generally we keep Pulp Intl. a politics-lite zone, but every once in a while a book cover or movie pushes us in that direction, and today's has done that. Out here in the reality based world here's what the facts show: there haven't been even a hundred verified cases of voter impersonation in the U.S. since the year 2000, and of course impersonation is the only type of fraud the voter ID laws so many conservative lawmakers are pushing would prevent. So when a law is designed to stop a handful of lawbreakers (thirty-one in fifteen years according to one extensive study) at cost of the rights of millions of people, we can safely call these laws attempts to suppress the vote. At least, in the real world we can do that.
But the lies around voter impersonation continue to grow—we now hear of 3 million illegal votes cast in 2016, people bused from one state to another, etc. All of this taking place, of course, with no paper or digital trail, no sign of organization at any level, and for sure no suggestion that a single one of these alleged fraudsters voted Republican (Trump: “If you look at it they all voted for Hillary."). Meanwhile, absent actual evidence, the besmirching of the electoral system continues. It deserves to be besmirched, of course, but because of the ridiculous choices on offer, not because of fantasies of systemic fraud. Yet politicians cynically keep trying to generate mistrust. They're playing a dangerous game, and if they keep it up there will be serious consequences down the road.
That's our missive from the factual universe, to be heeded or ignored as you please. Stiffs Don't Vote has nothing to do with any of that, not directly, anyway. There's a crooked political campaign involved, but the story actually deals with an axe murder investigated by the heroes Humphrey Campbell and Oscar Morgan. The book was originally titled Forty Whacks, referencing the famed Lizzie Borden rhyme, and the murder in the story constantly makes the protagonists think of Borden. The copyright on this Bantam edition is 1947, and the unusual cover art was painted by Hy Ruben, who we've never featured before, but will again, if this is any indication of his talent. We'll see what we can dig up.
|Femmes Fatales||Feb 18 2017|
And here's a photo to soothe any frayed nerves after our commentary in the previous post. You're looking at Georgine Darcy. She had a mildly successful career in show business, but only one role of hers really matters—Miss Torso from Alfred Hitchcock's top notch thriller Rear Window. If you haven't seen it don't be scared. Darcy is not nicknamed Miss Torso because she ends up dismembered or anything like that (no, that's a different character in the movie). Darcy is so named because James Stewart watches her dance, dress, flirt, and do other fun things with her perfect body. Yes, he's a voyeur, but he's wheelchair bound and bored. If it were us, we'd have no excuse at all.
|Vintage Pulp||Feb 17 2017|
|Vintage Pulp||Feb 17 2017|
|Vintage Pulp||Feb 16 2017|
It may not look like a fifty dollar book, but that's what William Kane's Sin Safari recently sold for on Ebay. We also saw it selling for ninety bucks on another site. What you see is what you get here—white girl goes from untouchable memsahib to sex plaything for primitive but precocious tribesmen. Well, they say cultural exchange is beneficial for everyone involved. The character is actually a globally famous heiress, a Paris Hilton type, which is not unusual in sleaze—i.e. the more untouchable the woman the more titillating her eventual defilement. The scene depicted on the cover is non-consensual and pretty shocking. What wasn't shocking was the negative portrayals of Africans—we fully expected that. The nerve of this Kane fella. 1966 copyright, uncredited cover art.
|Hollywoodland||Feb 15 2017|
Anita Ekberg graces the cover of this February 1957 issue of Sir! magazine, laid back, colorized, and looking good. She gets in depth treatment inside, with a focus on a nude statue of her made by Hungarian sculptor Sepy Dobronyi. The story was perfect for Hollywood gossip rags, and accordingly they all reported breathlessly that Dobronyi wanted to make the statue a nude, and since he was headed back to his studio in Cuba and couldn't have Ekberg sit for him, took a series of nude reference photos. Dobronyi was a scuba diver in his spare time and had collected gold coins from sunken Spanish galleons to use in his art, some of which he applied to Ekberg's likeness, leading to this boob-related witticism from Sir! editors: “Anita's statue has a real honest-to-goodness treasure chest.” The sculpture was mostly bronze, though, and became known as the Ekberg Bronze, which when last seen was in a Norwegian museum, though Ekberg was actually Swedish.
Elsewhere in Sir! you get the short feature, “A Homo Speaks Out.” The title alone. Really. The author, working in confessional form, admits to deep feelings of regret, shame, self-loathing, and so forth at his “condition”—basically writing everything mid-century homophobes would have wanted to read. It ain't pretty, so we won't transcribe any of it. Readers also learn about marriage rites on the Pacific islands of New Hebrides (now Vanuatu), where tribal ceremonies involve all the male members of the groom's family having first crack at the bride. Is that true? We have no idea, and really aren't inclined to find out. To each culture their own, we say—as Americans, we come from the weirdest one on the planet. Other stories deal with Elvis Presley, burlesque, and prostitution. While Sir! wasn't one of the top mid-century tabs, it outdid itself with the Ekberg cover alone, which we consider one of the most eye-catching images of her we've seen.
|Femmes Fatales||Feb 15 2017|
Above is Japanese actress Mayumi Asaka, who was born in 1955, first appeared onscreen in 1966, and tallied about fifteen roles up until the year 2000. That's about one every two years, which is perfectly fine, but nothing to amaze and awe. But since then she's been a beast, appearing in about eighty movies and television shows, often in recurring roles, pushing her credits up toward a hundred and fifty from the time she turned forty-five. The top shot is from the late-1970s, a decade during whose entirety she accumulated exactly two roles. If she wasn't thinking about quitting show business at that point we'd be surprised. The second shows her recently, still looking great. Perseverance paid.
|Vintage Pulp||Feb 14 2017|
Tired of the rampant commercialism of Valentine's Day? So is the woman on the cover of Edward Ronns' 1955 thriller Say It with Murder. Too bad she doesn't live where we do, where there's no such holiday. This cover is from Australia's Phantom Books, a company we've been featuring often of late, and as we've mentioned, Phantom had a habit of using reconstituted art. You can see exactly what we mean by looking at the front of the 1954 Graphic Books edition, with its excellent work from Lou Marchetti. We still don't know exactly why Phantom changed its covers. A rights usage issue, we suppose. But if that's the case, why was the company able to get away with making near copies of the originals? We'll keep exploring this question until an answer presents itself.
|Vintage Pulp||Feb 14 2017|
|Hollywoodland||Feb 13 2017|
We've seen many photos over the years of Sean Connery and Ursula Andress messing around on the Jamaican beach set of Dr. No in 1962. The shots are all fun, so we compiled some of them above, and collectively they paint a portrait of two actors really enjoying their work. We should all be so lucky.