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Usage examples of pulps.

You know the kind of thing: panel discussions, speeches, dealers selling old pulps and books, kids running around asking you for autographs.

I can introduce you around, give you a chance to rap about pulps with me and the other old farts.

Action House pulps, and others such as Black Mask and New Detective, he had also become a successful suspense novelist in recent years.

As Dancer had said, I was into pulps and had been for more than thirty years.

But trying to be a pulp private eye made me happy,- reading pulps and talking to old pulp writers made me happy.

He had been something of a scourge in his time, all right -- a tough-minded, hell-raising boy wonder who had taken over a floundering Midnight Detective in 1942, when he was twenty-three years old and a 4-F asthmatic, and kept it -- and more than a dozen other detective, Western, love, and air-war pulps -- alive during the war and for nearly a decade afterward.

I mean literary material -- rare pulps, manuscripts, anything like that.

At the end of half an hour I was fourteen pulps richer and fifty-two dollars poorer.

He also had a large collection of pulps, he said, and claimed to be a writer of mystery and detective fiction.

Besides which, I was tired of jostling and being jostled and of shaking hands while I tried not to drop or damage the pulps I had bought.

Two other guys flanked Wade at the long dais table -- collectors who were authorities on both Weird Tales and the Shudder Pulps -- and well over 150 people were in the audience.

I learned a good deal about Weird Tales, and about such sex-and-sadism Shudder Pulps of the thirties as Dime Mystery, Horror Stories, and Thrilling Mystery, whose lurid covers depicted half-naked young women being whipped, clubbed, dipped in vats of acid and molten metal, and otherwise tortured on and with all sorts of devices by a variety of leering fiends.

Bohannon or the two collectors of adventure and Western pulps who shared the dais with him.

So I told her about growing up with the pulps, wanting to emulate the detectives I spent so many vicarious hours with.

I found some brandy in the kitchen, poured a snifter for her and a companionable dollop for me, and we sat on the couch and talked about pulps and looked at the view.