By Peter Haining
A PICTORIAL historical past OF HORROR tales:
Two Hundred Years of Illustrations from the Pulp Magazines
This publication is essentially a page-for-page reprint of Haining's prior ebook entitled "Terror: A background of Horror Illustrations from Pulp Magazines." there isn't any new fabric. the one distinction is it's a hardback with assorted hide paintings. whereas it's really thorough in visually documenting the evolution of horror representation from the "penny-dreadful" magazines of the Victorian age throughout the pulps of the '30s and '40s, it has an important shortcoming -- many of the luridly colourful pulp journal disguise photos are reproduced in B&W. That makes for a really monotonous learn. nowadays, more moderen books concerning the pulps regularly reproduce the covers in excellent colour. Why they didn't see healthy to do this within the '70s and and '80s is a secret and a disgrace. anyone must revisit the topic of horror pulps and do it right.
4to, smooth illus bds with lurid photo of monster attacking a napping lady, 176pp. Lavishly illus in color and in B&W. Many artists are represented: Mary Byfield, Henry Anelay, John Gilbert, Sidney Paget, Margaret Brundage, and so forth. those illustrations are regularly fascinating.
A dinner party of nightmares in images, rescued from the crumbling pages of lengthy lifeless periodicals. levels over 2 hundred years of gory, ghoulish and terrifying from the 1st Gothic engravings of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein to that wealthy and sundry treasure residence of horror illustrations
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A Pictorial History of Horror Stories by Peter Haining