The Naked City Feb 7 2010
THE KILLING KIND
Historian claims two of history’s most respected medical researchers were serial killers.
British historian Don Shelton, in research just published by the Journal of the Royal Society of Medicine, suggests that the acclaimed fathers of obstetrics, William Hunter and William Smellie, were also serial killers. Shelton’s report makes a convincing case that the two renowned anatomists contracted henchmen to abduct and deliver women who were in advanced stages of pregnancy, with the purpose of generating a steady supply of medical specimens for their studies. The two men worked separately, and were driven by ambition and rivalry. The women they obtained were experimented upon while either freshly dead, or while unconscious, with fatal results. The killings allegedly occurred in London in two stages, the first lasting from 1749 until 1755, and the second from 1764 to 1774. In total, Shelton estimates there were thirty-five to forty victims, plus their unborn fetuses.

Despite Shelton's takedown of two highly respected medical figures, there has been surprisingly little resistance to his assertions so far. Researchers of the 1700s usually obtained medical specimens from hospitals or morgues, and were known to employ graverobbers as well. But such specimens would have been diseased, aged, or physically damaged, whereas Hunter and Smellie would have needed young, physically fit subjects. According to Shelton, this prompted them to employ henchmen who most likely supplied bodies via “burking,” a technique named after serial killer William Burke, in which a person is slowly suffocated, thus leaving no damage to the cadaver and no detectable signs of foul play to alert police. Shelton's exhaustively researched study allegedly proves that no other method could have produced the steady stream of healthy mothers-to-be Hunter and Smellie desired. When interviewed about his claims by England’s Guardian newspaper, Shelton admitted they were shocking, but quoted Sherlock Holmes: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is the truth.”     

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Modern Pulp Nov 18 2009
THE ART OF WHORE
A little Amsterdam goes a long way.

The National Gallery in London has just opened a new art exhibit based on one of our favorite cities—Amsterdam. The exhibit is stirring up quite a controversy because of its explicit content, which critics describe as tasteless and “designed to shock.” The artists responsible, Ed and Nancy Kienholz, created partial versions of some of Amsterdam’s famous brothels back in 1983. Their new installation, “The Hoerengracht,” or the Whore Canal, features these pieces arranged to replicate a realistic walk through Amsterdam’s famous De Wallen red light district, complete with mannequins dressed as prostitutes and garish neon lights. These were among the final pieces worked on by Ed Kienholz, who died in 1994. By that time he had achieved widespread acclaim, but even so, this is perhaps the first time his and his wife’s work has been featured in a venue as conventional and respected as the National Gallery. It is the venue’s break from its traditional roots that has generated both criticism and publicity. Now that the exhibit is open, it’s the public’s turn to decide. “The Hoerengracht—the closest thing to Amsterdam without going there—runs through February 2010.

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Vintage Pulp | Politique Diabolique Nov 4 2009
CHRISTINE CONDITION
High heels in high places.

Above we have a well-worn On the Q.T. from November 1963, with Christine Keeler on the cover. Keeler, at upper right and below, was a London showgirl who had a brief relationship with Britain’s married Secretary of State for War, a man named John Profumo. The two met at a party in Buckinghamshire, in a mansion owned by Lord Astor, and though Keeler wasn’t a full-time prostitute, she occasionally made herself available to wealthy and powerful men and they sometimes gave her cash gifts. She and Profumo were involved only a few weeks, but that was long enough for people to notice. When Profumo was paraded before the House of Commons and asked to answer to the rumors, he claimed there had been no impropriety between him and Keeler. It wasn’t just the lie that sank him—members of the government were alarmed because Keeler’s many acquaintances included Yevgeny Ivanov, a Russian attaché at the Soviet embassy in London. With the Cold War in full swing, officials feared Keeler was working Profumo for nuclear secrets on behalf of Ivanov and the Russkies.

The mess cost Profumo his job and reputation, and also may have brought down conservative Prime Minster Harold Macmillan, who resigned six months later for “health reasons.” It was the scandal of the century in Britain, and really, it still is. Never since have sex, politics, and state secrets been fused in such a way. There are many detailed retellings of the story, but for people interested in an inside account, Keeler published an autobiography in 2001 that sparked an outcry because she wrote that actress Maureen Swanson was one of the girls who attended privateorgies arranged by Dr. Stephen Ward (in sunglasses on the magazine cover). Ward was an osteopath who dabbled in pimping, and his orgies were infamous. Open only to the rich and powerful, they featured not only beautiful girls, but the occult, sadomasochism, interracial sex shows, and so forth. Maureen Swanson later became the Countess of Dudley through marriage to Lord Ednam, so Keeler’s naming of her as a participant caused quite a bit of embarrassment to British nobility. But interestingly, Lady Dudley never sued.

We could go on, but life is short and history’s intrigues are many. For cinematic types, the 1989 film Scandal, starring Joanne Whalley and Bridget Fonda, is an entertaining way to learn more about the event. We watched it, and, while Whalley is fine in the lead role and Fonda is good as always, only reading Keeler’s own words can convey the sense of ’60s liberation and breeziness that was such a large part of her personality, and which the British public reacted to with such revulsion. More than one writer of the period observed that when Britain crucified Keeler, they were really trying to destroy a part of themselves. Keeler said it herself: “I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.”

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Intl. Notebook Oct 15 2009
SUCKER PUNCH
New documentary highlights slippery ethics of London tabloids.

In Great Britain, controversy is building around an upcoming documentary depicting the loose journalistic ethics of London tabloids. Entitled Starsuckers, the movie is the brainchild of Taking Liberties director Chris Atkins and a group of colleagues, whose goal was to prove, in a comical way, that modern tabloids cannot be trusted to print the truth. To do this, they decided to anonymously call tabloid tip lines with fabricated stories. Their first test involved ringing up the Daily Mirror claiming to have seen singer Avril Lavigne passed out in a nightclub. The story appeared in the Mirror the next day, embellished with a few taunts to the effect that the singer was a “lightweight.” In the next few weeks the Starsuckers team planted false stories in the Daily Express, the Daily Star, the Sun, and most of the other London tabloids, all using the same method—anonymous tips that were not in any way questioned. The planted stories often spread from one tabloid to the next with no evidence any attempts at corroboration had been made. One fabrication about Amy Winehouse’s hair catching fire spread to all the daily tabloids, a New York Post blog, and even to the Times of India. Starsuckers promises to show not only that Rupert Murdoch-style sell-first/ask-questions-later journalism has infected the entire tabloid industry, but that it has spread to mainstream media, and in turn made consumers vulnerable to social, economic and political manipulation. The London tabloids have thus far declined comment on the claims made by Starsuckers and Atkins. Later this month the public will have an opportunity to judge the truth of these matters for itself when the movie debuts at the London Film Festival.     

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Intl. Notebook Sep 30 2009
FROM HELL
Jack the Ripper’s double dip and letter from the inferno.

One hundred twenty-one years ago today, residents of London began to understand that a serial killer was stalking the dark streets of Whitechapel and London. Jack the Ripper had killed before—he had murdered Mary Ann Nichols in late August, and Annie Chapman the second week of September. But when two more women died in the same night Londoners flew into a panic. A malevolent entity had beset their city and suddenly it was clear his thirst would not easily be slaked. The two murders were called “The Double Event.” While some historians feel they were unconnected, Ripper orthodoxy holds that the second murder occurred because the first was unconsummated. Which is to say, the Ripper was robbed of a chance to inflict his signature mutilation on the first victim because he was interrupted by a passerby, so he immediately went out and found a second victim to kill in the intricate method his compulsion demanded. 

The first victim, Elizabeth Stride, was found at 1:00 a.m. in Dutfield’s Yard, in Whitechapel. The yard was a gated area ringed by several businesses and a few residences. Imagine a small parking lot. The gates were kept closed at night, but not locked. This made it easy for residents to access the yard, and for policemen on their nightly beats to inspect it, but it was also unlit. A Pall Mall Gazette article from 1890 described the site: “When you push open the gate it is as dark as Erebus; when the gate is pushed back there is an effectual screen from any prying passer by.” When Stride’s body was discovered blood was still flowing from her slashed throat. She had been slain minutes—or seconds—earlier, and the man who had stumbled over her body later told police that, though he could see nothing because the yard was pitch black, he believed the killer was still there.

Less than an hour later Jack the Ripper found the privacy he sought—and another victim. Catherine Eddowes had spent the night of September 29 in the drunk tank at Bishopgate police station. The cops let her go just about the time Elizabeth Stride was being murdered not far away in Whitechapel. At 1:35 a.m. Eddowes was seen by three witnesses having a conversation with an unidentified male. Her body was found at 1:45, so police of the time and historians of today agree she was talking with the Ripper. In those ten minutes he walked with Eddowes to secluded Mitre Square, justinside the London city limits, then killed her, mutilated her, and removed her kidney. The kidney—or part of it—resurfaced along with a letter addressed to George Lusk, head of the Whitechapel Vigilance Committee. The letter bore a header “From Hell,” and the text boasted of how nice the missing piece of kidney tasted fried. The letter was signed: “Catch me when you can.” But neither Lusk nor anyone else managed it. And the killings continued.

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Mondo Bizarro Sep 11 2009
BRAIN FREEZE
A rush of blood to the head.

Is it art? We we wouldn't presume to judge, but it’s certainly weird enough to be pulp. The prestigious National Portrait Gallery in London has just acquired British artist Marc Quinn’s unique sculpture “Self,” which Quinn created in 1991 from nine pints of his own frozen blood. When originally exhibited the piece triggered both revulsion and admiration, and soon became a symbol of the BritArt movement, as well as something of a sensation outside art circles. Its notoriety grew even more when a rumor circulated that it had melted after its storage freezer was accidentally unplugged, but Quinn has refused to confirm or deny that particular tale. Even if it had thawed, the sculpture is allegedly designed to be refrozen if needed, which means the original “Self” and three others Quinn has created over the years to embody his essence and chart the course of his aging all survive in the hands of various collectors and museums. Quinn’s incandescent genius has inspired us here at Pulp Intl. to create a piece that embodies our essence. We’re thinking of a liver made from frozen beer. 

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Vintage Pulp Jul 10 2009
REFLECTING ON DEATH
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear

Here’s a beautiful True Detective from November 1965, with an exposé on Guenther Podola. In July of 1959 while living in London, Podola stole a cache of jewelry and the police got on his trail. When they caught up to him in Kensington he fatally shot an officer in the heart. He tried to claim at his trial that he had amnesia about the event because the cops had beaten him, but a jury convicted him of murder after a rather expeditious thirty-eight minutes of deliberation—thirty of which we suspect were spent eating the free lunch. So Podola was sentenced to death and executed at Wandsworth Prison, becoming the last man hanged for murder in England. If you get a sense of déjà vu come Monday morning, that's because you’re reading our new history rewind feature, and you’ll have come upon an item about Ruth Ellis, who on July 13, 1955 became the last woman hanged for murder in England. So today we’ve presented you with the first half of a rather gaudy matched pair. Keep reading the history rewind for the second, and keep your eye out for other additions coming to Pulp Intl.     

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

The Naked City Jun 30 2009
LORD ON THE LOOSE
It's been thirty-five years and there's still no sign.
 
It all started November 7, 1974, when a bloodied woman stumbled into a London pub screaming, "Murder, murder! I think my neck has been broken! He's tried to kill me!" The woman was Countess Veronica Lucan, wife of the Seventh Earl of Lucan. Fifteen minutes earlier she had gone into the basement of her six story residence and been attacked in the dark. Her assailant beat her over the head then shoved his gloved fingers into her mouth in an attempt to suffocate her. During the struggle she heard the attacker’s voice and realized it was her husband. She managed to fight him off, and they both collapsed from their exertions. In those few minutes, according to Lady Lucan, her husband admitted killing a woman named Sandra Rivett, pictured above, who was the live-in nanny. Minutes later, having regained some of her strength, Lady Lucan fled the house while her husband was distracted.
 
None of patrons of the pub went to the Lucan residence. It was only thirty yards away, and Lady Lucan had said she was afraid for her children who were still in their upstairs bedrooms, but the pubgoers remained where they were and instead called the police. It was the right decision, of course—understandably prudent. But in those crucial minutes while the house was unobserved, Lord Lucan made his escape. A few facts about his movements immediately following the murder are known. He drove south to Uckfield, East Sussex, to the manor house of his friends Peter and Susan Maxwell-Scott, where he remained for several hours, making one phone call and writing two letters. He left just after midnight and disappeared. No trace of Lord Lucan has ever been found.

Some people claim he killed himself in the woods surrounding the Maxwell-Scott’s home, but most believe him to still be at large. He was a professional gambler—a skill quite useful for a man needing to support himself off the books—and he had friends all over the world that might have sheltered him. There have been a number of false alarms over the years—one person claimed to have seen him in Tahiti, and in 2007 he was even briefly believed to be living in a car in New Zealand. But the stories were investigated and dismissed, and Lord Lucan remains missing. After thirty-five years, he has become a legend on the order of Bigfoot—a mystery that fascinates and bewilders the British public, and probably will continue doing so for many years to come.     

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Vintage Pulp Mar 1 2009
ORWELLIAN DOUBLESPEAK
Pulp book covers made too-serious Orwell sexy and adventurous.


Just to show that virtually no author escaped the pulp wave, here are two pimped out book covers for George Orwell’s Down and Out in Paris and London and 1984. Orwell was already a literary immortal by the time these editions hit the streets, but hey—it’s never too late for an extreme makeover. The covers aren’t dishonest, per-se, but trying to make these two extremely important books look like John D. MacDonald capers is like trying to make Dame Judi Dench look like Megan Fox. But at least we know the publishers took the propagandist lessons of 1984 to heart. From the age of doublethink—greetings!

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Intl. Notebook Jan 15 2009
STANDARD BEARER
Ex-spy set to buy London’s Evening Standard newspaper.

After a career spying for the Soviet Union during the Cold War, Russian KGB agent-turned-billionaire Alexander Lebedev has finally figured out the West’s Achilles Heel—there’s nothing it won’t sell. At least, that’s what a lot of English observers said today, when it was announced that Lebedev was set to buy London’s venerable Evening Standard.

The Standard was launched way back in 1837, and as of 2006 was circulating more than 250,000 papers daily. But the rightwing imprint’s readership has been dropping steadily, and the resultant financial difficulties spurred a push to sell. It’s unclear as yet what Lebedev, who is the 358th richest man on the planet, will do to revive the Standard, but it’s also unclear whether he even cares. He told Britain’s Guardian newspaper, “As far as I’m concerned this has nothing to do with making money. There are lots of other ways.”

diggfacebookstumbledelicious

Next Page
Featured Pulp
Lesbo Posters
Lili St. Cyr—Star to Recluse
Assorted Phallic Tex Covers
Gene Tierney's Tragedy
Swift’s Space Travel Guide
Rare Marilyn Monroe Images
PARIS-HOLLYWOOD FRENCH MAGAZINE
History Rewind
The headlines that mattered yesteryear.
March 14
1964—Ruby Found Guilty of Murder
In the U.S. a Dallas jury finds nightclub owner and organized crime fringe-dweller Jack Ruby guilty of the murder of Lee Harvey Oswald. Ruby had shot Oswald with a handgun at Dallas Police Headquarters in full view of multiple witnesses and photographers. Allegations that he committed the crime to prevent Oswald from exposing a conspiracy in the assassination of President John F. Kennedy have never been proven.
March 13
1925—Scopes Monkey Trial Ends
In Tennessee, the case of Scopes vs. the State of Tennessee, involving the prosecution of a school teacher for instructing his students in evolution, ends with a conviction of the teacher and establishment of a new law definitively prohibiting the teaching of evolution. The opposing lawyers in the case, Clarence Darrow and William Jennings Bryan, both earn lasting fame for their participation in what was a contentious and sensational trial.
March 12
1933—Roosevelt Addresses Nation
Franklin D. Roosevelt uses the medium of radio to address the people of the United States for the first time as President, in a tradition that would become known as his "fireside chats". These chats were enormously successful from a participation standpoint, with multi-millions tuning in to listen. In total Roosevelt would make thirty broadcasts over the course of eleven years.

Advertise Hereblog advertising is good for you
Reader Pulp
It's easy. We have an uploader that makes it a snap. Use it to submit your art, text, header, and subhead. Your post can be funny, serious, or anything in between, as long as it's vintage pulp. You'll get a byline and experience the fleeting pride of free authorship. We'll edit your post for typos, but the rest is up to you. Click here to give us your best shot.

Pulp Covers
Pulp art from around the web
killercoversoftheweek.blogspot.com/2010/01/murder-is-dangerous-by-saul-levinson.html breakfastintheruins.blogspot.com/2009/11/knife-by-hal-ellson-lancer-books-1961.html
mutantfamilyvalues.blogspot.com/2010/02/ace-sci-fi-doubles.html www.vintagepbks.com/ember/el313.html
spanishbookcovers.blogspot.com/2009/07/roland-daniel.html pzrservices.typepad.com/vintageadvertising/2009/02/pulp-book-cover-from9155.html
Pulp Advertising
Things you'd love to buy but can't anymore
PulpInternational.com Vintage Ads
Humor Blog Directory
About Email Legal RSS RSS Tabloid Femmes Fatales