P is for Pulp #62

Dime Mystery
(August, 1949)


Scott Is NOT A Professional said...

The black cat is the touch that makes it. Black cats get a bad rap. There's a black cat who always hangs out around my local Starbucks. Everyone loves him and pets him - he's the sweetest pussy imaginable.

As far as old-school pulp fiction/noir goes, there are quite a few excellent compilations of that stuff available. It's good stuff. The only Jim Thompson or Patricia Highsmith or Cornell Woolrich I own is in multi-author collections like that.

swac said...

I wonder if that's Vincent Price's cat?