To say that Adam magazine is an interest of ours is an understatement, but we haven’t shared an issue for eight months. That’s been a result of our drawn out and complicated move, which we initiated last summer, thought we’d have finished by November, but actually just completed to the point of unpacking our scanner last month. Lesson: buying a house in the south of Spain takes three times longer than you anticipate. Rest assured, though, we’re still collecting Adam, and today we’re sharing our eighty-fourth issue, which takes us down to fifty-four more we need to upload.
This particular example, which was published this month in 1965, was tightly bound, so we have only a handful of scans because we didn’t want to destroy the magazine by flattening it. Apparently there’s such a thing as a triangle scanner meant for such situations, but we never heard of one until this week. Anyway, the cover here of a woman holding off a prospective assailant was painted to illustrate Walter S. Bratu’s story, “Ice That Burns,” in which a random everyman runs afoul of a Nordic femme fatale, and gets snared in a blackmail and bribery plot. In a twist he eventually uses his car to bash hers off a cliff, but it didn’t surprise us. In vintage men’s magazines women who are sexually unavailable to the hero usually come to bad ends.
There’s also a story from Carl Ruhen that wins the award for best title of the issue, if not all of 1965: “So Ineffably Sad.” It’s about a man named Jacky Ryan who accidentally kills a woman and must somehow cover up the crime. This issue also has signed work from Jack Waugh (he’d give up on signatures as the years progressed), and of course a couple of pictorials, both with unidentified models. As we said, we can’t show you everything because of our desire to preserve the magazine, but if we ever get a triangle scanner we’ll add to this post. For now, we have a mere fifteen panels below.
