Pulp fiction had been present in its basic form since the s. By the genre had expanded to include the lesbian pulp novel. For the rest of that decade a series of books became one of the few media to represent lesbian lives in any way whatsoever, to the gratitude of thousands of gay women in America. As censorship standards relaxed late in the decade, the content of these books in turn became more rich and textured, foreshadowing the gay rights movement that would emerge a decade later. At a basic level the "pulp" in pulp fiction refers to the cheap, acidic paper with untrimmed edges which is used as print material.
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Call me simple, but much of what makes reading pleasurable has nothing to do with the strength of the words on the page. Nor does it have much to do with what I bring to a book intellectually or experientially. Being queer means never having to apologize for obsessing about appearance. A high femme ladyfriend and I found ourselves crushed into the velvet cushions of their sofa, limbs inconsiderately thrown across the other as we read. If you were a dyke in postwar America and thirsty enough to look past the typos, cheap binding, and exploitation, titles like Satan could quench you.
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There are lots of reasons. First off, that phrase, that title captures the spirit of the 50's and 60's lesbian paperbacks I collect. It's easy to imagine the words being spoken in hushed tones, one eyebrow raised, under late-night streetlights: "Hey mac, get a load of those strange sisters. Thirdly, no fewer than four lesbian paperbacks with five distinct covers between them have the title Strange Sisters: one by Fletcher Flora published with two different covers , one by David Key, another by Robert Turner, and one by Sheri Blue purportedly a pseudonym of Ed Wood, Jr. Published by Viking in , this was the first book specifically focused on the two key decades for this genre's artwork.
This is the story of lovely women… lonely women… women who drift into the ways of unnatural love. What makes them what they are? Yet honey-gold Claire was attractive to men—one or two even lured her into passionate interludes. Could these experiences save her from the netherworld of her depraved emotions?