By Peter Haining
A PICTORIAL heritage OF HORROR tales:
Two Hundred Years of Illustrations from the Pulp Magazines
This publication is largely a page-for-page reprint of Haining's previous publication entitled "Terror: A background of Horror Illustrations from Pulp Magazines." there is not any new fabric. the one distinction is it's a hardback with assorted disguise artwork. whereas it's relatively thorough in visually documenting the evolution of horror representation from the "penny-dreadful" magazines of the Victorian age in the course of the pulps of the '30s and '40s, it has an enormous shortcoming -- lots of the luridly colourful pulp journal disguise photos are reproduced in B&W. That makes for a truly monotonous learn. nowadays, more moderen books in regards to the pulps regularly reproduce the covers in excellent colour. Why they didn't see healthy to do this within the '70s and and '80s is a secret and a disgrace. somebody must revisit the topic of horror pulps and do it right.
4to, modern illus bds with lurid photograph of monster attacking a dozing lady, 176pp. Lavishly illus in color and in B&W. Many artists are represented: Mary Byfield, Henry Anelay, John Gilbert, Sidney Paget, Margaret Brundage, and so forth. those illustrations are continually fascinating.
A banquet of nightmares in photos, rescued from the crumbling pages of lengthy lifeless periodicals. levels over two hundred years of gory, ghoulish and terrifying from the 1st Gothic engravings of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to that wealthy and sundry treasure apartment of horror illustrations
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The Osage gulped another large drink, a red flush spreading under the lighter hue of his face. He brought the heavy glass down on the table with a bang. _Getting a little drunk, Critch thought shrewdly. _ 'Mr. King – _hic, hup – _your father is, as you may know, my client in this area. It was my duty, if you could be found, to look you over and to decide whether you were fit to be claimed as his son and heir. I have decided, in the affirmative. ' Critch smiled a soft demurral. After all, they shouldn't be too hard on the old man.
Oh, no! ' She was almost tearful with relief at the abrupt warming of his attitude. 'I'll stay right here! That's a promise, Captain, and you can depend on it! ' He gave her hand a paternal squeeze. 'I'm a lawyer, remember? ' He started to rise; hesitated. 'By the way, I'm afraid I was pretty brusque when I first spoke to you. I – well, my wife passed away a couple of weeks ago, and…' 'Oh, how terrible! ' 'Thank you,' he said, with simple sincerity, adding that he was even now returning from his wife's funeral in the east.
_ Ah, Ray, Ray! But there were exceptions to all rules; and sometimes a pupil outstrips his teacher. The money was under her clothes, so how else could he get at it, except through the guise of love? And getting the money where he had gotten it had been his insurance. Unless she were a fool, she couldn't talk now. Unless a fool, she wouldn't try to retaliate. Otherwise, and regardless of her innocence in her despoiling, she would have to explain what could never be explained. Not to a husband. Not to any man who would be her husband.