
by Gloria Stoll Karn
The murder is bad enough, without adding the insult of reading her diary. Nice shoes, though. This is from 1950. The cover was done by Gloria Stoll Karn, one of the most prominent female artists of the pulp era.

by Gloria Stoll Karn
The murder is bad enough, without adding the insult of reading her diary. Nice shoes, though. This is from 1950. The cover was done by Gloria Stoll Karn, one of the most prominent female artists of the pulp era.
A graduate of Rochester Institute of Technology, Jack Rickard was most famous for his work in the advertising industry and his later work for MAD Magazine. However, in between working on ads and working for MAD, Rickard also did the covers for several pulp magazines and paperback publishers. Below is a small sampling of Jack Rickard’s pulp artwork. I particularly like his cover for The Pagans.
Drug abuse is not a new problem in the United States. The pulp era wrestled with the problem too, with many publications and novels telling the story of young women and young me who fell afoul the pushers and were enticed into a life of sin.
Here’s just a sampling of the high times of the Pulp Era:
This is from 1963. Viking fashion has changed a lot over the years but there’s always a skull. This cover was done by Ed Valigursky, whose work we’ve featured in the past and will undoubtedly feature in the future.
If was science fiction magazine that was published from 1952 to 1974, by Quinn Publications. Though If was never more than a modest success as far as sales went, it still published work from authors like Harlan Ellison, Robert A. Heinlin, and Larry Niven. It also featured some of the best covers in the business. Here are a few of the covers of If magazine:

by Erin Nicole
A picture that I took many years ago as the sun was setting, this always makes me think of fall.

by Erin Nicole
“The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door…”
Knock (Fredric Brown)

by Erin Nicole
Happy Halloween!

by Erin Nicole
“I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.”