Last Saturday I visited Classicon, the annual pulp/paperback show coordinated by the Mid-Michigan Antiquarian Book Dealers Association (MMABDA) and the inestimably excellent Curious Book Shop. I took so many pictures that I have no recourse but to split them between a few separate posts. This is the second of three. Enjoy!
Following our trip to Classicon, my friends and I decided to visit the Curious Book Shop itself. Those of us who had been there before ensured the rest of us that it was great, plus the shop’s owner had promised me a collection of Arkham House publications. I was not disappointed on either score.
I ultimately ended up purchasing Chaosium’s The Hastur Cycle, as well as A Samba for Sherlock, a Brazilian book about Holmes traveling to Rio de Janeiro and getting accidentally high on marijuana, amongst other things. Here are some of the other things I saw there:
Ah, the white slave trade, that special time in history when loads of British and American Victorian girls were apparently whisked away to serve as courtesans in the world’s most corrupt Sultanates. To what extent were these reports accurate, and to what extent were they fuel for the sweat-soaked dreams of old white dudes? I’m not sure. But the sheer volume of erotica featuring white girls enslaved by foreigners ought to tell us something.
What a confusing title! I’m not sure if the lady in question was a wife before or after the author married her. If it was before, then that’s a bummer. If it was after, then the author seems a little confused about how the whole “getting married” thing works.
Do you want to know the first word that comes to mind when I see this picture? Honor. There is literally nothing in this world–in any Worlds–as honorable as a six-limbed cat lovingly checking the pulse of a young, hypothermic Mr. Spock. Can you conjure up something more honorable than that? I didn’t think so. Stand aside, Peewee, and let the Big Cat do his job.
Look, all right, no one north of the Mason-Dixon Line and south of eighty-five years old believes anything they read in the Enquirer…but really? Legionnaires’ Disease is a hoax? Calling thousands of Legionnaires’ sufferers “hoaxers” is pretty cold, even for a tabloid, and especially for a tabloid that purports to know how to be loved. This just makes me pine for the Weekly World News all the more.