"Fifteen cents. That was the price of admission to a garish world of purple prose and smoking guns. Of square-jawed cowboys, relentless Mounties and world-weary police detectives. Of time travel, eldritch horrors and far-flung planets. Of bawdy cartoons, tragic love, romantic lumberjacks and women both virtuous and vengeful.
It was the world of the pulp magazines."
From the very cool new exhibit Tales from the Vault!: Canadian Pulp Fiction, 1940-1952.
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