You're wondering how I got this thing stuck in my panties? It defies reason.
The pulpification of ancient literature takes another strange turn as Edizioni Le Lucciole presents this 1970 paperback L'antiragione, or “the anti-reason,” which, incredibly, is a collection of writings by the Greek astronomer and mathematician Aristarchus of Samos, the guy who lived from 310 to 230 B.C. and presented the first model that placed the Sun at the center of the known universe with the Earth in orbit around it. Yeah. And when you can solve a mystery that vast, the question of how a femme fatale got a hoop stuck in her undies is really nothing. The art, which conversely is really something, is by the always great Benedetto Caroselli.
Bad girls, sad girls, you're such dirty bad girls.
It's been five years since our last National Tattler, but we're returning to it because this cover published today in 1967 caught our eye. There were only two types of lesbians in mid-century tabloids—those to be converted to hetero love, and the dangerous kind. Tattler claims to have caught wind of a gang of the dangerous kind, rapists no less, and bikers to boot. We have our doubts. In addition to brutal lesbians you get Melina Mercouri kicked out of Greece by fascists. This story is actually true. Mercouri helped bring international attention to the cabal of colonels who had illegally taken over the country and in retaliation they revoked her citizenship and confiscated her property. But Mercouri outlasted the military junta, resettled in Greece in 1974, and later became the country's minister of culture.
How’s about we skip the marriage and you stay wild?
Today we have yet another cover of the tabloid Midnight, this time with Greek actress Evi Mirandi, better known as Evi Marandi, declaring she’ll marry any man who can tame her. We first encountered her a couple of years ago inside this issue of The National Star Chronicle, where she said “It’s easy to keep a man—if you have enough bed appeal,” and added that, “Every woman is a natural temptress.” So that raises a crucial question: Would you really want to tame a person like that?
The Greek Isles work their strange magic yet again.
The above poster for Griechische Feigen, aka The Fruit Is Ripe, isn’t as artful as those we usually share, but we’re adding it to the site anyway because the movie is set in the Greek Isles—and you know we love the Greek Isles. This follows the same basic plot as other films set there, such as Summer Lovers, Lesbo, and many more—i.e., the landscape, lifestyle, and sense of timelessness bring out everyone’s inner freak. Griechische Feigen is classic sexploitation, well worth a viewing, and good for a laugh. It’s also of special note because it stars two early Pulp Intl. femmes fatales—Betty Vergès and Olivia Pascal, who you can see here and here. We don’t claim Griechische Feigen is a good film—we wouldn’t dare. But it’s certainly good inspiration for your travels, whether to Greece, or anywhere the sun shines bright on endless ocean and the nights last forever. It premiered in West Germany today in 1977.
Candice Bergen stands on the brink of ruin.
We have just one more item related to Greece, a promo photo of Candice Bergen taken in the ruins of ancient Delphi. She’s in costume for her 1966 film The Day the Fish Came Out, and the photo was made during the same promo session as one we shared two years ago from Galaxidi. You can see that image of Bergen and her ass here.
Just add him to the long list of genius Italian illustrators.
Even though we found no Greek pulp, we do have a related item we want to share with you. The above poster is for the Italian movie Lesbo, which is partially set in Greece. We shared two versions of this promo way back in 2009 and had no idea about the artist. Now we know that the person behind this is Mario De Berardinis. As it happens, we’ve collected other pieces of his and a few appear below. You can see the other two Lesbo posters here, and if you haven’t seen the top notch Italian poster art we’ve already shared, have look at Mafe, Symeoni, Nistri, and Aller.
Apparently there's too much sun, sand and surf to waste time writing crime novels.
We have returned from our sojourn in the Greek Isles. We wondered whether it might look anything like the movie G-String Festival, which we reviewed last week, and we have to say, yes, it did at times. But as far as finding pulp—no such luck. We don't know about mainland Greece, but on the islands, at least, it seems people are too busy being hedonists to write about crime and scandal. We did find a nice basement bookstore in Oia, on the island of Santorini, that had some used items (above), but the crime books there were not Greek, not vintage, and not collectible. Anyway, we're back home and by tomorrow should be publishing according to our usual schedule. And our final assessment on Greece? Well, we've always said of Paris that if cities were a competition, the French have beaten everybody by a mile. Similarly, if lifestyle were a competition, Greek islanders have won. In a rout.
Greek exports are looking good.
Above are two nice images of Greek actress Rika Dialina, who in 1954 was chosen to represent her country in the Miss Universe beauty pageant but was denied entry into the U.S. for communist affiliations. What affiliations? She illustrated a book that had supposed communist themes. But U.S. Secretary of State John Foster Dulles used his influence to get Dialina a visa and she went on to appear in the pageant, as well as about thirty movies. These two shots are from 1968.
Greece is the word, is the time, is the place, is the motion. Greece is the way we are feeling.
We never liked that song “Grease” until now. We suppose thanks to Barry Gibb are in order. As far as the “Greek Week” header goes, we’ll actually be away more than a week, but “ten days” doesn’t rhyme with anything. In any case, we’re outtie. As we said yesterday, we’ve got some posts set to show up automatically beginning on Monday, and if we find anything pulp worthy out there we’ll be sure to share it. But as always when we travel, we’d like to point you toward a few very interesting entries to tide you over, here, here, here, here, here, here, definitely here, and who can forget here? Back soon.
The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
1981—Ronnie Biggs Rescued After Kidnapping
Fugitive thief Ronnie Biggs, a British citizen who was a member of the gang that pulled off the Great Train Robbery, is rescued by police in Barbados after being kidnapped. Biggs had been abducted a week earlier from a bar in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil by members of a British security firm. Upon release he was returned to Brazil and continued to be a fugitive from British justice.
2011—Elizabeth Taylor Dies
American actress Elizabeth Taylor, whose career began at age 12 when she starred in National Velvet
, and who would eventually be nominated for five Academy Awards as best actress and win for Butterfield 8
and Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
of congestive heart failure in Los Angeles. During her life she had been hospitalized more than 70 times.
1963—Profumo Denies Affair
In England, the Secretary of State for War, John Profumo, denies any impropriety with showgirl Christine Keeler and threatens to sue anyone repeating the allegations. The accusations involve not just infidelity, but the possibility acquaintances of Keeler might be trying to ply Profumo for nuclear secrets. In June, Profumo finally resigns from the government after confessing his sexual involvement with Keeler
and admitting he lied to parliament.
1978—Karl Wallenda Falls to His Death
World famous German daredevil and high-wire walker Karl Wallenda, founder of the acrobatic troupe The Flying Wallendas, falls to his death attempting to walk on a cable strung between the two towers of the Condado Plaza Hotel in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Wallenda is seventy-three years old at the time, but it is a 30 mph wind, rather than age, that is generally blamed for sending him from the wire.
2006—Swedish Spy Stig Wennerstrom Dies
Swedish air force colonel Stig Wennerström, who had been convicted in the 1970s of passing Swedish, U.S. and NATO secrets to the Soviet Union over the course of fifteen years, dies in an old age home at the age of ninety-nine. The Wennerström affair, as some called it, was at the time one of the biggest scandals
of the Cold War.
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