I've seen other science fiction pulp covers featuring some giant figure menacing fleeing crowds. Without reading the stories, I never know if they're meant to be taken literally or symbolically. And I don't suppose it makes a difference, if they're eye-catching and prompt a potential reader to fork over a dime (or a dime and a nickel, in this case) as this painting by Rudolph Belarski does. There's a good line-up of pulp SF writers inside this issue of THRILLING WONDER STORIES, too: Nelson S. Bond, Ray Cummings, Eando Binder (Earl and Otto Binder), Oscar J. Friend, and Alexander Samalman.
I feel like I ought to know who did the artwork on the cover of this issue of REAL WESTERN, but I don't. The artist's style is familiar, though. Inside are stories by well-known Western pulpsters Frank C. Robertson, Oscar Schisgall, Clem Yore, and Will F. Jenkins (a reprint of a story originally published in BLACK MASK under Jenkins' pseudonym Murray Leinster). There's also a story by Fred Fincerer, a name that's totally unknown to me, probably because this may well be the only story he ever published.
The Gladiator series continues with Kenneth Bulmer penning this
entry. Laurence James wrote the first one, which I read and posted about a
while back. As THE LAND OF MIST opens, our protagonist, half-Roman, half-Briton
Marcus Julius Britannicus, has become a charioteer as well as a gladiator, and
after an opening chapter in which he participates in an action-packed chariot
race at the Circus Maximus, the story flashes back to Marcus’s days as a
soldier in the Roman legions.
He’s sent to Britain, his mother’s homeland, to help subdue a rebellion there,
and at the same time, he’s on a quest of his own to locate and kill several
Roman officers responsible for an atrocity that touched Marcus personally. This
storyline plays out on a rather episodic basis, although not as much as the
first book did. There are bloody battles galore, a little romance, and a touch
of angst here and there, as Bulmer spins his usual fast-paced yarn packed with
In fact, I’ve read enough of Bulmer’s novels by now to realize that can be a
bit of a shortcoming in his work. He uses a lot of jargon and obscure details
without ever explaining them, so that the reader runs the risk of becoming
mired down in all that. Also, there are a ton of characters in a Bulmer novel,
and they tend to run together, especially when they have long Roman names such
as in this book.
Despite all that, however, the pace and action and well-done protagonists
always make me get caught up in a Bulmer novel, and THE LAND OF MIST is no
exception. The second half is especially good and really had me turning the
pages toward the end to find out what was going to happen. I don’t think this
one is quite as good as Laurence James’s opening volume in the series, but I
still enjoyed it quite a bit. Some things in the on-going plotline are left
unresolved, and I wonder if they’ll be picked up in the next book, which was
written by Angus Wells under the Andrew Quiller house-name. I suspect I’ll find
One side note: This series was published originally in England under the
overall title The Eagles, which is really much more fitting than The Gladiator,
since (so far, at least) the stories have been much more concerned with Marcus’s
experiences as a soldier, rather than a gladiator. But I guess when the books
were reprinted in the U.S. by Pinnacle, someone there decided that American
readers wouldn’t know what The Eagles referred to and changed the title to
something more recognizable. Under either title, so far it’s a pretty
I remember some of my friends liking this movie when it came
out a couple of years ago, but I never heard much else about it and didn’t get
around to watching it until now. I’m glad I didn’t let it slip past me
completely, because it’s a pretty good little film.
Set in some unnamed small city in the Southwest, SMALL TOWN CRIME opens with
sad-sack former cop Mike Kendall (John Hawkes) trying to find a job. We quickly
find out that Kendall is an alcoholic and was kicked off the force because of a
tragic shooting with which he was involved. (I immediately thought of Lawrence
Block’s Matt Scudder and Donald Westlake’s Mitch Tobin . . . which are not bad
influences at all, mind you.) Kendall finds the body of a badly injured young
woman who’s suffered a beating or been hit by a car or something similar, and
when she dies in the hospital after he rushes her there, he decides he’s going
to find out what happened to her. Having seen countless private eye movies and
read countless private eye novels, we know what’s going to happen, of course.
The more digging Kendall does, the more complicated the case becomes, and the
more dangerous his efforts become for him. He even gets hit over the head and
knocked out at one point, admittedly a PI cliché but one that I love and am
always happy to see. The twists and turns eventually lead to a very satisfying
The cast is excellent in this movie, with Hawkes, usually a supporting actor,
doing a great job in the lead for a change. The always dependable Robert
Forster shows up, Anthony Anderson and Clifton Collins Jr. are on hand, and the
beautiful Caity Lotz is always worth watching. The photography captures the
southwestern setting very well, and the script and direction by brothers Eshom
and Ian Nelms blend together almost perfectly. There are a couple of lapses in
logic, but nothing to quibble about too much. I never heard of the Nelms
Brothers before, but based on this movie, I might have to seek out more of
Overall, SMALL TOWN CRIME is one of the best films I’ve seen recently. If you
like hardboiled private eye movies (and who doesn’t?) and haven’t seen it yet,
it’s very much worth watching.
I always wanted a pith helmet when I was a kid, probably because of all the jungle adventure movies I'd watched on TV. I never got one, which was almost certainly a good thing, as I'm not sure how well it would have gone over in the small Texas town where I was already something of a weirdo. And there's no way I would have looked as tough and dashing as the guy on the cover of this issue of SHORT STORIES. The art is by William Reusswig. The lead novel by Eustace L. Adams sounds like a good one, and Adams was a reliably entertaining author of adventure fiction. Also on hand were Karl Detzer, Conrad Richter, Bill Adams, Jacland Marmur, Charles Green, Cliff Farrell, and Garnett Radcliffe. Those names don't mean much now, with the possible exception of Conrad Richter, but they were top-notch pulp authors. (You know, you can buy pith helmets on Amazon . . . I'm just sayin' . . . Nah, I probably shouldn't.)
I don't think I've ever run across a Western pulp cover depicting a gunfight in the middle of a stampede . . . until now. Because that's what you've got on this issue of WESTERN STORY, in a cover by the prolific H.W. Scott. Inside are stories by some of the best Western writers from that era: Walt Coburn, Harry Sinclair Drago, Philip Ketchum, Frank Richardson Pierce, Bennett Foster, and Lee Floren. There are plenty of good reasons why WESTERN STORY was one of the best Western pulps, and there's a handful of 'em right there.
It had been a while since I read a Ki-Gor novel, so I
figured it was time I got back to the series. “The Cannibal Horde”, originally
published in the Fall 1942 issue of JUNGLE STORIES, is a bit of a letdown from
the excellent yarn in the previous issue, “Blood Priestess of Vig N’Ga”. In
this one, Ki-Gor and Helene are traveling with their friend Hurree Das, the
Hindu doctor who appears occasionally as reluctant villain/comedy relief, when
they find themselves in the middle of a war instigated by an old enemy of
Ki-Gor’s from an earlier adventure. This would-be potentate has assembled an
army of cannibals, aided by warriors from some other tribes, and is out to
conquer a neighboring kingdom. Ki-Gor, of course, sets out to stop this.
That’s all there is to it, which results in kind of a thinly plotted tale.
There are a few battles, a lot of running around, and a nicely suspenseful
sequence toward the end when Helene is captured and seems destined to wind up
in the cannibals’ stew pot. Ki-Gor is off-screen quite a bit. All in all, “The
Cannibal Horde” is a little bit lackluster, but still a readable yarn.
As usual, we don’t know who was behind the John Peter Drummond house-name, but
I got the feeling this story was by either an author who was new to the series
or at least one who hadn’t contributed much to it. Hurree Das is the only
member of the regular supporting cast to appear, and his characterization seems
a little off to me. There’s no mention of Tembu George, N’Geeso, or Marmo the
This is the last story in the third and at least for the moment final
collection of Ki-Gor stories from Altus Press. I don’t know if more collections
are in the works, but I hope so. In the meantime, I have quite a few other
novels from the series in various reprint editions, so I’ll be moving on with
them and probably skipping around some instead of reading them in order. But I’ve
really enjoyed reading the first fifteen stories like this and look forward to
the rest of the series.
Several years ago, I read the graphic novel GRAVEDIGGER: HOT
WOMEN, COLD CASH, written by Christopher Mills, and enjoyed it a lot. These
days, Mills is putting together an entire line of comics called Atomic Action,
which takes public domain superheroes and puts them in new stories written and
drawn in the classic style of the Sixties and Seventies (which means they’re
right in my wheelhouse). The first issue of these new comics, SPACE CRUSADERS
#1, came out recently, and it’s great fun.
The lead feature is REX DEXTER OF MARS. Created by Dick Briefer, Rex appeared
in a couple of dozen stories in 1939 and 1940. He’s the son of an Earth scientist and his wife whose spaceship crashlanded on Mars, so they were stuck
there, where Rex was born. His parents never made it back to Earth, but
eventually he did and became a swashbuckling hero battling assorted menaces
from space and getting romantically involved with a beautiful girl he rescues
from some space pirates. Then, in a tragic turn of circumstances, he’s blamed
for the destruction carried out by a monster he’d captured and is exiled from
Earth. Cynde, his beautiful girlfriend, takes to the spacelanes with him, of
course, and Rex winds up as sort of a cross between Flash Gordon and Adam
Strange. And that’s where Mills picks up his story in “Menace of the Saurian
Despite the fact that he’s been kicked off Earth, that doesn’t stop Rex from
agreeing to help when a giant metallic asteroid is spotted on a collision
course with the planet. Rex and Cynde intercept the sphere and find an
unexpected secret inside it. You can probably guess from the cover what it is.
Mills’ fast-paced script is very entertaining and includes several nods to some
legendary comics creators, and the art by Peter Grau is top-notch, with great
storytelling ability. I really enjoyed this yarn.
The back-up story is the first installment of a continued story called “Lance
Lewis, Space Detective”, a hardboiled detective tale set on a space station,
with art by Nik Poliwko. I liked this one a lot, too, and look forward to
reading the upcoming stories in the series.
Mills has some ambitious plans for this comics universe, and based on SPACE
CRUSADERS #1, he and the artists working with him are more than capable of
carrying them out. This 40-page, full color issue is available (with three
variant covers) at IndyPlanet, a site that specializes in independently
published comic books, and if you’re a long-time comics fan like me, I give it
a high recommendation. (I bought some of Mills’ other comics, too, and will be
posting about them later on.)
I was in the mood for an aviation pulp cover this morning, and I picked this one by George Rozen from WAR BIRDS because I don't recall seeing many observation balloons on pulp covers. Also there are some good writers in this issue, including William E. Barrett, Robert J. Hogan, Robert H. Leitfred, and one better remembered for his excellent Westerns, Allan R. Bosworth.
I love the expression on this cowboy's face. Somebody's gonna pay for that spilled drink! There are also some excellent authors in this issue of BIG-BOOK WESTERN MAGAZINE, starting with a couple of my favorites, Walt Coburn and Harry F. Olmsted. Also on hand are top-notch Western writers Thomas Thompson, Tom W. Blackburn, Tom Roan, and Bryce Walton. This looks like a fine issue.