“…Just before the first world war, a penniless pencil-sharpener salesman from Chicago had one of those eureka moments that occasionally illuminate the Anglo-American literary landscape.
Steeped in the trashy magazine culture of the age – “the pulps” – 35-year-old Edgar Burroughs decided that if he couldn’t beat them, he’d join them.
“If people were paid for writing rot such as I read in some of those magazines,” he said later, “then I could write stories just as rotten.
As a matter of fact, although I had never written a story -
- I knew absolutely that I could write stories just as entertaining and probably a lot more so.”..”
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