Location: Seattle, Washington, United States

What you have here is an old guy. In education for 30 years, started teaching elementary, ended as library and media director of community college. I've enjoyed mountain climbing, sports car rallying, was pipe major of a bagpipe band, played guitar and sang during the folk revival, walking and hiking later in life. Now fairly sedentary. Enjoy reading, esp. mysteries and fantasy, but my reading is pretty eclectic. Enjoy movies, giving Netflix a workout.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Hugh B. Cave died the other day. Most people won't know who he was. He was one of the great pulp fiction writers and continued to write at the time of his death. He was born in 1911 so that made him 93 years old. In the heydays of the pulps Hugh wrote all kinds of stories, westerns, mysteries, fight stories, sea stories, tales of the South Seas and faraway exotic Asia (at least it was at that time). He wrote for such magazines as Terror Tales, Horror Stories, Dime Mystery, Spicy Adventure and Thrilling Mystery. Later he wrote for the so-called slicks, such as Colliers, Saturday Evening Post and American Magazine. That was for big money, sometimes as much as $3-5 thousand a story, and that was during the depression. I have several small collections of stories set in the South Seas that have been published recently, collected from the pulp. Hugh was recently awarded the "Lifetime Achievement Award" by the Horror Writers of America. Just last year Mountains of Madness, a tale of voodoo, was published. In 2005 a collection of his hard-boiled detective stories garnered from the pulp will be published. I can't wait. Hugh B. Cave wasn't a literary writer but he was one heck of a storyteller. Rest in Peace, Hugh.


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