Pulp magazines, authors and their stories. Adventure and Detective pulps.
| Street & Smith building, New York |
The Story-Teller is a British pulp, described by Mike Ashley as "the best all-round all-fiction magazine of its day" in The age of the story-tellers, his survey of British fiction magazines. This issue, from 1924, is from around the middle of the magazine's run from 1907 to 1936. The editor was Newman Flower of Cassell and Co., the publishers.
There are big names in this issue - G.K. Chesterton with an instalment of Tales of the Long Bow and Sax Rohmer is represented by his occult detective Paul Harley while Frank Shaw (the British equivalent of the prodigious H. Bedford-Jones) contributes three stories under different names. The other stories are by authors less well-known today. There are no story illustrations and only a few pages of advertisements. Two of the stories were from American authors, only one of which was a reprint. A few poems and fillers complete the magazine. The issue I read was coverless, from a bound volume.
| The Story-Teller, October 1924 |
James Corbett fans, rejoice. A cornucopia of Corbett's books are now listed on
EBay and an autographed copy of The Merrivale Mystery sold yesterday for $261. They were the pride and joy of someone's collection; and if you
aren't careful that someone could soon be you.
| Books by James Corbett listed on EBay |
I’ve always wanted to read one of the Munsey-era Railroad Man issues. In its first incarnation it lasted 13 years before Frank Munsey decided to merge it into the Argosy in 1919. Like most pre-world war 1 magazines, early issues are quite hard to find. So I was happy to get my hands on a scanned copy of the June 1916 issue. Even if you aren’t a fan of railroad fiction, read on. Something may pique your interest.
The Railroad Man's Magazine, June 1916
I had read the Father Brown stories earlier but never followed up to find more stories by Chesterton. A recent purchase of a bound volume of the British pulp The Story-Teller with some Chesterton stories changed that. Those stories were later collected under the title Tales of the Long Bow, on the cover of which Chesterton is pictured laughing, and the spine has a picture of a man wearing a cabbage as a hat. These stories combine Chesterton’s philosophical urges with a good dose of whimsical and humorous story-telling.
| British first edition dustjacket of Tales of the Long Bow |
Intrigued by David Vineyard's review on Mysteryfile, I went ahead and read Sapper’s Jim Maitland, which collects stories that had previously appeared in Pearson's, McClure's and the Strand. It was considerably easier to find than the Adrian collection. Jim Maitland is a monocle wearing pukka sahib. Possessing private means, he chooses to roam the world in search of adventure. Fair enough, I might choose to do the same if I had the private means. At least the roaming the world part.
| H.C. McNeile aka Sapper c. 1924 |
| Jim Maitland by "Sapper" (H. C. McNeile) |
[I sent Walker a mail after the recent Heritage Auctions. For those who didn't follow it, the first issue of the Shadow went for $156,000. From there the conversation went, as it usually does when we chat, to Adventure and what issues were the hardest to find when he was collecting. He sent me a long reply that really made sense as a blog. Enjoy!]
Your question about what years of Adventure did I have the most trouble collecting made me think all the way back to 1972, almost 50 years ago. When I attended the first Pulpcon in 1972, my main collecting interest was Black Mask and Weird Tales, both of which I was just about finishing up complete sets. I had started collecting them back in 1968 after being discharged from the army. My main goal back then was not to find a job and start a career, not to get married and raise a family, not to buy a car. Not any normal goal most men in their twenties would have after the two year disruption in their lives caused by the draft.
No, my main goal was to compile complete sets of Black Mask and Weird Tales along with other detective magazines like Dime Detective and Detective Fiction Weekly. Also I was on my way to completing sets of all the weird menace pulps like Horror Stories, Terror Tales, Dime Mystery, Thrilling Mystery, and all the Red Circle titles. True, somehow, along the way, I picked up a wife, a family, a job, and a car. I also got a house but I saw it as a place to store my pulps and hang my original pulp cover paintings.
I had been collecting SF magazines since 1956 when I discovered and bought my first magazine off the newsstand. It was as if blinders had been lifted off my eyes and at the age of 13 I saw what I thought was the most beautiful thing, the February 1956 issue of Galaxy SF. I quickly started collecting the other SF titles and eventually ended up with almost all the back issues of the old magazines.
Fast forward 10 years to 1966 and I'm in the army, away from my collection of SF. But then a life changing event happened. Sometimes you hear about books changing your life. Well it's true. I bought the paperback collection edited by Ron Goulart called THE HARDBOILED DICKS at the army post exchange. I had stupidly thought that the other adult pulps like the detective titles had not survived. I figured the SF pulps survived because teenage boys and young men had saved them but that grown men had read and thrown away the other genre titles. Goulart's book proved me wrong. I wrote Ron and he sold me all his copies of the detective pulps for $2 or $3 each. I was off and running on a lifetime pulp quest of reading and collecting these great old magazines.
By the time the first Pulpcon was held in 1972, I really knew nothing about Adventure magazine but the convention had stacks of the magazine for sale for around a dollar each. Nils Harden had all ten years of the forties, each year tied up with string. He wanted $100 but was reserving them for a customer named Harry Noble. I asked Harry if I could have the set and he said yes because he had been buying pulps for a quarter or 50 cents and didn't want to pay a dollar each.
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| Nils Hardin editing an issue of Xenophile |
After the convention, I drove to
Harry's place in Morristown, NJ to buy more back issues of Adventure. He
lived in a converted army barracks on the grounds of Greystone hospital.
For $30 a month the hospital let employees live in these shacks. Harry had a
two bedroom tiny apartment full of books and pulps. He also had 4
children and a wife. Decades later, at his funeral, I asked one of his
daughters how Harry managed to fit everyone in such a small space. The
two girls had one bedroom, the two boys had the other, and Harry and his wife slept
on the sofa bed in the living room. I remember seeing the bed which was covered
in pulp shreds. Even the kitchen table was covered in pulp flakes.
When Harry put some chocolate chip cookies on the table you ended up eating
cookie crumbs and pulp shreds, a healthy diet that no doubt contributed to his
long life.
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| A drone shot of Greystone Hospital. A suitable residence for a Weird Tales collector. |
He had a complete set of Adventure, all 753 pulp issues, 1910-1953. He also had a couple hundred duplicates which he agreed to sell me at $2 each. Most were in the 1920's and 1930's. I still remember Harry slapping down each issue on the table, raising clouds of crumbs and pulp chips, as he chanted $2, $4, $6, etc. I was in heaven. Right then Adventure became my favorite magazine and I could hardly drive home in my hurry to read them and find more back issues.
So to answer your question, what years did I have the most trouble collecting? Hell, none of them. Back then they did not seem rare at all. I quickly completed my Adventure set in a couple years, even the harder to find issues in the teens. In fact, several years later, Harry sold me a complete duplicate set of all the 753 issues and I kept the better condition copies and sold the others through the mail and at Pulpcon.
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| Ad in Xenophile for Adventure |
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| Adventure issue #1, November 1910 |
My favorite years are 1918-1927 when Arthur Sullivant Hoffman was editor. I've read most of the stories and made notes of my comments, grade, and date read. All the issues have pieces of paper with my comments in them. Now of course the early issues are the hardest to get but it is still possible to put together a complete set of Adventure. It just takes longer and costs more money. For instance Ed Hulse, in a few years, has managed to find almost all the issues. Just recently, a few years ago, I was reading a listing of pulp related books for sale from Mike Chomko. At the very end of a long listing he casually mentioned that he was thinking of selling his Adventures, over 200 issues, all in the 1920's. I quickly wrote Mike and offered to buy all he had even though I had the issues already. I was interested in buying them in order to upgrade my copies. For the next few years I kept asking Mike about them and finally one year he brought the issues to Pulpfest for me to look at. I spent a few hours looking at them and we completed the sale. I now had over 200 duplicates and Sai was first in line to buy all of them.
(Sai: I was going to buy those but Walker got in ahead of me. Never gives up collecting, and never sells anything, much to my regret.)
I've had a lot of fun reading and
collecting Adventure these past 50 years and I miss talking about the
magazine with Harry Noble. I wish I could do it all over again. I'm
getting older now and it's hard to imagine an afterlife without Adventure
magazine. Harry told me if there was an afterlife for book and pulp
collectors, he would find a way to let me know. He died at the age of 88 in
2006 but so far there has been nothing but silence.
(Sai: I hope the ghosts of the books we love stay with us in the afterlife.)
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| Frank A. Munsey |
JAUNDICED EYE
by Wm Gault
There is a derogatory phrase used by critics in the more enlightened critical journals. The phrase is "pulp writing" and they use it whenever they want to deprecate a man’s technique. What they mean is the kind of writing that used to prevail in the magazines (now mostly dead) that were termed ''pulp" because that was the kind of cheap paper on which the mags were printed. Actually, "action" writing would be more nearly accurate.Well, the field produced mystery men like Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett and Frederick Haslitt Brennan and the prolific E. S. Gardner. Magazines like the old Argosy, Adventure, Blue Book, Black Mask, Detective Fiction Weekly would be included in the term.And these magazines produced some fine stories by some exceptionally gifted men. Any critic who took the trouble to read them would be bound to find a few stories he liked. Unfortunately, very few critics can read and oven fewer can think. I imagine what they do is have someone run old tape recordings of Edmund Wilson’s opinions and from them they get certain critic’s phrases and certain blind prejudices. Mr. Wilson was beautifully acid but not always discerning and he had a great lust for the obscure.Believe me, there is nothing personal in this diatribe; I have enjoyed about an 85 percent favorable critical reception on every book I ever turned out. If this is immodest, it is also statistical and I have clippings to prove it. Besides, I am a hack and know it. And am proud of it, in a way.My beef is concerned with the readers who might be frightened away from the print market by these hair-splitters. I love the printed medium because no time clock is involved and I hate time clocks. I want to survive in this medium, and quite possibly prevail. And we have such awesome competition, TV and the silver screen and a thousand other entertaining distractions.I want people to read and I would rather have them read Drano ads than read nothing. And the great scorn of the critics could conceivably put them out of business eventually, a very chilly commercial attitude. But they go blindly on, losing readers and alienating customers.A man like Truman Capote is searched minutely for symbolisms that give his lavender words a deeper meaning. I respectfully insist that this kind of search would find even deeper meanings in Max Brand. Because even critics can see that Hemingway is great, it distresses them that he has hair on his chest. So he is also searched for symbolism, in order that the critics may safely acclaim him, Mr. Hemingway is about as symbolic as a poke in the nose, but lucidity is a crime to critics and they must have a different reason for liking him. They don’t want to be associated with the people, those horrid things who want to buy books.Don’t listen to ’em. You go out and buy a book. If you don’t want to strain the budget, buy a two-bit book. You will find one to suit any taste, from Joyce to Spillane. But decide for yourself if you like to read. And if you do, buy some more books and get that library card. You can buy half a dozen for the price of one drink at Ciro's.Who knows, you might even enjoy reading.—William Gault
