Time now to look at one of the biggest stars of wrestling: a man who had the crowds booing, hissing and paying to see him in the ring and on TV.
I am of course talking about Gorgeous George...
George Raymond Wagner was born in Nebraska in 1915. Age 17 he was paid 35 cents to wrestle at a carnival. When his amateur wrestling coach found out he kicked him out, furious that he was now a "professional wrestler."
Wagner was 'only' 5ft 9in tall and weighed 215 pounds, but he was athletic and technically solid. By 1938 he had won his first title.
But what transformed Wagner's career - indeed the whole sport of pro wrestling - was 'Lord' Patrick Lansdowne, a wrestler with an amazing gimmick: he entered the ring accompanied by two valets while wearing a velvet robe and doublet. He wanted a crowd reaction, and he got it!
Wagner took Lansdowne's idea of a pre-match performance and turned it up to 11. In 1941 he died his hair platinum blonde, wore elaborate capes and baited the crowd. Gorgeous George was born...
No one had seen anything quite like it: he would enter the arena to his own theme music - Pomp and Circumstance - along with a butler who sprayed the ring with perfume. A purple spotlight would follow Gorgeous George, reflecting off the gold bobby pins in his platinum hair.
Gorgeous George's showmanship was heaven sent for TV sports, which had begun to see pro wrestling as a lucrative - and easy to televise - opportunity. Now they had an outlandish star that the public loved to hate to help draw in the viewers.
But Gorgeous George could also wrestle: he won the American Wrestling Association World Title in 1950 and soon became one of the highest paid stars of the sport.
He also made it into movies, starring in the 1949 film Alias The Champ as a wrestler who wouldn't knuckle under to the New York Mob.
George retired from wrestling in 1962 to become a gentleman farmer in Beaumont, promoting his own range of turkeys and running his own restaurant.
Over the years many other wrestlers have emulated the showmanship and swagger of Gorgeous George Wagner. He set the template for what a bad boy wrestler should be: haughty, proud, outrageous and dazzling.
So let's hear it for Georgeous George: the Golden Age wrestler with the platinum wave. Pulp salutes you sir - now let's get ready to rumble...
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Today in pulp: the searing, evocative power of a well crafted opening sentence!
For this thread I will draw my examples from the greatest writer* in the English language: the Reverend Lionel Fanthorpe.
(*based on synonym use)
On death:
"Bellenger was dead when they found him. That Bellenger was dead was probably the understatement of the year. Bellenger was horribly, violently dead!"
On crowds:
"The crowd had to be seen to be believed. There are crowds and crowds but this was the crowd to end all crowds. Never, perhaps ever before in the whole of human history had there been such a massive congregation. Such a teeming of humanity."
Today in pulp I look at time travel. It's full of paradoxes but there's one we rarely explore: does it break the Law of Conservation of Energy?
Let’s investigate…
Time travel is a staple of pulp science fiction and it often involves a paradox: changing history, killing your grandfather, creating a time loop etc. Solving the paradox, or realising too late that one is happening, is half the fun of these stories.
Thinking about the nature of time is also fun. Does it exist or is it emergent? It is a local or global event? How many dimensions does it come in? Why is there an ‘arrow of time’? There are many possible answers.
"I wanted a mission. And for my sins they gave me one."
"Your mission is to proceed up the Nung River by Navy patrol boat, pick up Colonel Kurtz's path at Nu Mung Ba, infiltrate his team by whatever means available... and terminate the Colonel's command."
People who feel they have no voice can have a powerful creative spark, sometimes born of suffering or solitude. Mostly it's hidden, but in the 20th century it began to be admired, celebrated, and even perhaps exploited.
Let's look at the story of 'Outsider Art'...
Outsider Art, Art Brut, Visionary Art, Naïve Art: nobody has really settled on a name for artworks made by untrained artists which express a raw, energetic experience of the world. It's art from a different perspective, demanding to be heard.
Outsider Art began to be recognised in 1911 by Der Blaue Reiter group of artists in Munich. The group was short-lived but influential: fundamental to Expressionism and admiring of artworks created by people struggling with their mental health.