They're not design classics but I love pulp fiction sleeves. They transport me back to the days when you used to get big wire baskets of these exotic items outside Woolworths, yellow-edged and notched, like some initiation mark commemorating their long journey to these shores.
They promised a world of suspense, adventure and horror in the most hyperbolic of language. Though their more pedestrian brethren, the airport novels are still with us, the pulps seem to have vanished entirely, victims of a more sophisticated age, perhaps.
Friday, 1 May 2009
Germano Facetti Penguin cover
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