We were planning to take a break back in August, but we were already working on a website refurbishment, and when that ran long and overlapped our groups of summer visitors we found ourselves with a lot to do and not enough time in each day. We prioritized our friends of course, but we kept wrestling with the website revamp too, along with our developer, who was fighting to get the page up and running properly. In the end we had a lot of fun with our friends, and traveled around a lot, and the website turned out great, but we didn’t have a respite to recharge our brains like we do periodically. Now it’s time for that break, which we’re taking in the north of Spain. If all goes as planned we’ll be back October 11.
It’s intermission time. Yes, we just took a break, but it was unplanned due to our move and its many associated delays. The upcoming intermission has been planned for a while. We’re going to stage a triple birthday celebration in Lisbon with some of our favorite globetrotters. The Pulp. Intl. girlfriends are coming too, but are bailing on day four. They say they want us to have boy time, but the truth is four days with this crowd is all they can endure.
Mixed into the days and nights (of sedate museum visits and early bedtimes, we swear, girls) will be serious pulp digging. We have no idea whether Portugal has such items, but we’ll only learn the answer by looking. Hopefully we’ll make it back home intact by March 16. That’s the plan, anyway. But you know what they say about plans. To tide you over until our glorious return, let us direct you to some Pulp Intl. favorites.
A small collection of paperback covers by George Gross.
Fifteen covers of the pulp magazine Short Stories.
Beautiful covers from the Italian publishers Edizioni MA-GA.
All our write-ups on sexploitation queen Laura Gemser.
And finally, below you’ll find our inexhaustible tabloid index, which used to reside somewhere in 2018, but which we’ve moved in case anyone wants to check out all the scandal sheets we’ve written about.
Pulp Intl. and friends abroad. What's the worst that can happen?
It’s intermission time. Yes, we just took a break, but it was unplanned due to our move and its many associated delays. The upcoming intermission has been planned for a while. We’re going to stage a triple birthday celebration in Lisbon with some of our favorite globetrotters. The Pulp. Intl. girlfriends are coming too, but are bailing on day four. They say they want us to have boy time, but the truth is four days with this crowd is all they can endure.
Mixed into the days and nights (of sedate museum visits and early bedtimes, we swear, girls) will be serious pulp digging. We have no idea whether Portugal has such items, but we’ll only learn the answer by looking. Hopefully we’ll make it back home intact by March 16. That’s the plan, anyway. But you know what they say about plans. To tide you over until our glorious return, let us direct you to some Pulp Intl. favorites.
A smallcollectionof paperback covers by George Gross.
Beautiful coversfrom the Italian publishers Edizioni MA-GA.
All our write-ups on sexploitation queenLaura Gemser.
And finally, below you’ll find our inexhaustible tabloid index, which used to reside somewhere in 2018, but which we’ve moved in case anyone wants to check out all the scandal sheets we’ve written about.
If it ever actually happens it'll be a momentous occasion.
As we mentioned not long ago, we bought a house, which you see the front entrance of above. We’ve been doing some renovations, but even small changes can be a challenge here. We were told our floors were finished when they really weren’t, and didn’t discover the problem until we showed up from Cadiz with a truck carrying possessions we didn’t want to leave in the hands of movers (art, computers, personal items, and our rarest pulp). At that point we were caught between residences and that state of affairs has lasted for more than two months.
Today, at last, is the day our furniture and other major items arrive and we become whole again and stop working with our computers on cardboard boxes and get to sleep somewhere other than on the floor. We’re taking a short intermission to get things into proper order. Until then, as always when we take a break, we recommend that you have a wander around the site. If you’ve never been here before, we’ll just tell you it’s vast and interesting. Our friend and associate Angela the Sunbear will point you toward a few fun examples. Back soon. Bye, guys! See you soon! Always happy to help. Yessiree! Love being a good example for bearkind….
Are they gone yet? Good. They’re nice, those Pulp guys, but they’re a little oblivious too. I’m not going to show you any fun examples of what they write. I’m going to show you one and I want it fucking removed from the site. It’s here.
Recent transmissions from overseas indicate that our headquarters is about to be invaded.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled pulp. Once again, as summer starts to kick into gear, we’ve had visitors coming to Spain—one set is already here, and another pair show up Saturday. This is all according to our long term plan. It’s why we have two spare bedrooms. We wrote material to cover about half of the upcoming days, and you’ve already seen that, including the cover set below, but we’re taking a break for the remaining six days, starting now. We have big plans, and they’ll eat up too much time for us to focus on the website. But as always we shall return, reinvigorated and re-inspired. Meantime check out some Pulp Intl. classics here, here, here, here, here, and here.
It's way past time for another trip to one of our favorite towns.
We have a birthday approaching, and as usual we like to celebrate those out of town, so above is an intermission card we made as a placeholder while we fly up north to San Sebastián for a week to eat some food, drink some drinks, connect with some friends, and generally indulge ourselves. There will be a quick foray to France involved as well, and you know what that means—possible pulp purchases. As always, if you’re new to the website, try to make the time for a look around. We’ll be back in a week, hopefully with new treasures to share.
It's time to let the south of Spain weave its spell.
Hello, Pulp Intl. visitors. We’ve scanned and uploaded so much recently, you had to know an intermission was coming, right? We have some friends over from the U.S., so we’re going to leave our base of Cadiz, have a wander, and show them a few amazing sights. This will actually be the sixth time we’ve gone wandering this year, but our first website hiatus. We know the province pretty well now, and there’s plenty for our friends to see. Roman ruins? Pristine beaches? The best bars in Spain? Let’s go with all of the above. There are even some vintage bookstores scattered around, and we’ve picked up a few pulp items but not shared them yet. We’ll get to that. Regarding our break, since there’s plenty of recent content we won’t bother with our usual links to old posts. Okay, maybe a few. Check out this, this, this, and this. Or just have a scroll. Our intervalo will be finished within a week or so.
We know. We just had an intermission. Well, a friend has flown in all the way from the U.S., so we’re going to take a little drive around the region surrounding our new home, stopping in three towns and two countries, then circle back here. As always the first question is: will there be pulp where we’re going? We think there may be. We’re hopeful. Second question: is there potential for serious trouble? Hey, not just anyone can be threatened with murder by five guys in the Marrakech medina, so we’re hopeful on that front too. Barring true catastrophe, we’ll be back in five or six days.
Hello. And goodbye—but only briefly. We’re taking a little break, heading to a place called Tarifa. It’s not far, but after pondering ambitious ideas about going to Italy, Croatia, and Malta, we decided a short trip was best to get back into the swing of travel for pleasure. It’s been a couple of years (the move doesn’t count—that was back breaking, shin barking work). We don’t know much about Tarifa, just that a few friends like it. Will there be pulp there? Only the kind that comes in a mimosa, we’re betting, but you never know.
As we’ve noted before, Spain is one of the countries that actually did generate a fair amount of pulp style art, and it’s also a country where you occasionally stumble upon a used book store that has a lot of old crime novels. About the time the pulp craze was in full swing, Tarifa looked like what you see in the photo below. Even if there’s no pulp to be
found there these days, and despite it modernizing a bit from its quaint form of yesteryear, we expect to have (careful, socially distanced) fun. We’ll be back in four or five days. As usual we’re linking to a few posts for your enjoyment, and this time, for a change, they’re all books.
The unparallelled work of Giovanni Benvenuti: here and here.
It’s true, we like to make fun of sorority girls, as evidenced here, here, and here. Fraternity boys are also favorite targets, as we show here, here, and here.
A match made in pulp heaven: Robert McGinnis and Carter Brown.
In pulp, trouble is always just around the corner, as seen here, here, here, here, and here.
And here are thoughts about cowboy fashion, what a real cowboy drinks, what a real cowboy eats, what’s a noble ending for a cowboy, whether a cowboy really needs a horse, and whether higher education makes him less of a real cowboy, or more.
We’re back online. Did you ever doubt us? Truth is, this was not a seamless move. Problems cropped up in almost every area. Internet acquisition was very tough. Our workloads (again, we actually do have jobs) have piled up to dangerous levels. Travel problems linger, which is to say we haven’t yet determined how to get the indispensable Pulp Intl. girlfriends here. And don’t even bring up the health thing—one of us caught something before leaving, but had a negative virus test just days before traveling. Whatever that thing is has not gone away fully, so hopefully there aren’t a lot of false negatives with these nasal swabs they give you. We’ll work it all out somehow. Advice: don’t move during a pandemic, and especially don’t do it during a dangerous surge in virus cases. But we had to. Just look at our new view. That’s worth any amount of discomfort and inconvenience.
A day after being captured, Marxist revolutionary Ernesto “Che” Guevara is executed in Bolivia. In an attempt to make it appear as though he had been killed resisting Bolivian troops, the executioner shoots Guevara with a machine gun, wounding him nine times in the legs, arm, shoulder, throat, and chest.
1918—Sgt. York Becomes a Hero
During World War I, in the Argonne Forest in France, America Corporal Alvin C. York leads an attack on a German machine gun nest that kills 25 and captures 132. He is a corporal during the event, but is promoted to sergeant as a result. He also earns Medal of Honor from the U.S., the Croix de Guerre from the French Republic, and the Croce di Guerra from Italy and Montenegro. Stateside, he is celebrated as a hero, and Hollywood even makes a movie entitled Sergeant York, starring Gary Cooper.
1956—Larsen Pitches Perfect Game
The New York Yankees’ Don Larsen pitches a perfect game in the World Series against hated rivals the Brooklyn Dodgers. It is the only perfect game in World Series history, as well as the only no-hitter.
1959—Dark Side of Moon Revealed
The Soviet space probe Luna 3 transmits the first photographs of the far side of the moon. The photos generate great interest, and scientists are surprised to see mountainous terrain, very different from the near side, and only two seas, which the Soviets name Mare Moscovrae (Sea of Moscow) and Mare Desiderii (Sea of Desire).
1966—LSD Declared Illegal in U.S.
LSD, which was originally synthesized by a Swiss doctor and was later secretly used by the CIA on military personnel, prostitutes, the mentally ill, and members of the general public in a project code named MKULTRA, is designated a controlled substance in the United States.
Bye, guys! See you soon! Always happy to help. Yessiree! Love being a good example for bearkind….
