By Peter Haining
A PICTORIAL heritage OF HORROR tales:
Two Hundred Years of Illustrations from the Pulp Magazines
This e-book is largely a page-for-page reprint of Haining's previous booklet entitled "Terror: A historical past of Horror Illustrations from Pulp Magazines." there's no new fabric. the one distinction is it's a hardback with diversified conceal artwork. whereas it's relatively thorough in visually documenting the evolution of horror representation from the "penny-dreadful" magazines of the Victorian age during the pulps of the '30s and '40s, it has an incredible shortcoming -- many of the luridly colourful pulp journal conceal photos are reproduced in B&W. That makes for a truly monotonous learn. nowadays, more recent books in regards to the pulps regularly reproduce the covers in excellent colour. Why they didn't see healthy to do this within the '70s and and '80s is a secret and a disgrace. anyone must revisit the topic of horror pulps and do it right.
4to, sleek illus bds with lurid photograph of monster attacking a dozing lady, 176pp. Lavishly illus in color and in B&W. Many artists are represented: Mary Byfield, Henry Anelay, John Gilbert, Sidney Paget, Margaret Brundage, and so on. those illustrations are constantly fascinating.
A ceremonial dinner of nightmares in photos, rescued from the crumbling pages of lengthy useless periodicals. levels over 2 hundred years of gory, ghoulish and terrifying from the 1st Gothic engravings of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to that wealthy and sundry treasure apartment of horror illustrations
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Behaving as a pair of newlyweds should. I'm glad you've begun your honeymoon at Farthy. The car's just outside. Don't worry about your baggage. I have a man looking after it. Let's get to Farthy, where you can relax and we can get to know one another quickly,” he told Logan. He turned to me again, his blue eyes now calm and unreadable. He had gotten hold of himself in his usual inimitable manner and was once again the man in complete control. ” I asked softly. “You'll see for yourself,” he said.
If only for a moment, one moment, I could truly look into those blue eyes, I thought, I would know the truth. But did I want to know it? ” Logan startled me as he strode into the room. I hadn't realized how long I had been sitting there, thinking about the past. I closed the photo album quickly. “No,” I mumbled. ” Then I turned to my husband and put a bright smile on my face. ” “All of it,” Logan said, shaking his head with admiration. “All of this paradise called Farthinggale Manor. I can't believe there's an indoor pool!
She looked like a circus clown. Her hair was dyed a bright yellow and stuck up in thin, stiff strands. Her face looked like cracked porcelain, her cheeks blotched with bright red rouge. Eyeliner was slashed across her lids, the line drooping at the crinkly corners of her eyes. Her lipstick was thick, vibrant, caked at the corners of her mouth. But when I looked past her, to her mirror, I saw to my horror a blank oval of bare wall. The gips in the mirror that had once hung over the vanity table had been removed Jillian sat before the empty frame staring into a memory of herself I looked to her bed and saw dress after dress laid over the quilt.
A Pictorial History of Horror Stories by Peter Haining