Today in pulp... let me introduce you to Scotland Yard's most famous detective*: Geisterjäger John Sinclair!
(*In the German speaking world)
John Sinclair is a Scotland Yard Chief Inspector who has been battling all manner of undead and demonic creatures since 1973.
He's a busy chap...
Chief Inspector Sinclair is a direct descendent of Henry Sinclair, Earl of Orkney. He is also the Son of the Light due to his exceptional demon fighting skills.
Sinclair reports into Sir James Powell, head of Scotland Yard's special division for fighting supernatural crime. Along with Inspector Suko - a Shaolin trained martial arts expert - Sinclair travels the world in his battle with the demonic and the possessed.
John Sinclair is armed with a Beretta pistol full of silver bullets and a silver cross made by Ezekiel. Suko also has a whip made from the skin of a demon. With these they fight the good fight across the world against the forces of darkness.
Geisterjäger John Sinclair first appeared in 1973 in Bastei's Gespenster-Krimi series...
...but he proved to be such a popular character that in 1978 Bastei gave him his own series.
Sinclair does has had a few recurring foes, such as Doctor Tod and Der Schwarze Tod...
...but with several hundred stories in print the Geisterjäger has fought everyone: from Dracula to killer clowns!
Helmut Rellergerd, aka Jason Dark, wrote most of the Sinclair novels. Born in Dahle he trained as a chemical technician before a spell in the Bundeswehr In 1966, where he wrote his first stories for Bastei.
He was soon working permanently as a horror writer and was pretty busy doing it: Bastei wanted a John Sinclair story every week, and since 1978 that's what Rellergerd (later assisted by a few other writers) has been producing.
John Sinclair has featured in a number of audio adventures as well as a TV show and a TV movie. As a demon hunter there's plenty of life left in the old dog yet!
I'm pleased to say that Helmut Rellergerd is still writing, knocking out the stories on his old Olympia typewriter. Long may he continue.
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Today in pulp I'm looking back at one of the greatest albums of all time.
What are the chances...
By 1976 Jeff Wayne was already a successful composer and musician, as well as a producer for David Essex. His next plan was to compose a concept album.
War Of The Worlds was already a well known story, notorious due to the Orson Wells radio play production. For Wayne it seemed like a great choice for a rock opera.
Today in pulp I'm looking back at a very popular (and collectable) form of art: Micro Leyendas covers!
Micro Leyendas (mini legends) are a Mexican form of fumetto, small graphic novels normally pitting the everyday hero against the weird, the occult and the unfathomable.
The art of Micro Leyendas is bold, macabre and very funny. The books often tell a cautionary tale of revenge or humiliation, much like a modern folk tale.
Today in pulp: what makes a good opening sentence for a pulp novel?
Now this is a tricky one…
The opening sentence has an almost mythical status in writing. Authors agonise for months, even years, about crafting the right one. Often it’s the last thing to be written.
Which is odd, because very few people abandon a book if they don’t like the first sentence. It’s not like the first sip of wine that tells you if the Grand Cru has been corked! Most people at least finish Chapter One.
The Time Machine, Brave New World, 1984: these weren’t the first dystopian novels. There's an interesting history of Victorian and Edwardian literature looking at the impact of modernity on humans and finding it worrying.
Today in pulp I look at some early dystopian books…
Paris in the Twentieth Century, written in 1863, was the second novel penned by Jules Verne. However his publisher Pierre-Jules Hetzel rejected it as too gloomy. The manuscript was only discovered in 1994 when Verne’s grandson hired a locksmith to break into an old family safe.
The novel, set in 1961, warns of the dangers of a utilitarian culture. Paris has street lights, motor cars and the electric chair but no artists or writers any more. Instead industry and commerce dominate and citizens see themselves as cogs in a great economic machine.