The History of Weird Tales: The Short Version? They Are Not Weird at All--Merely Compulsively Repeated, Projected Nightmares of Mexicans, Africans, Arabs, Asians, and More Running Off with Gorgeous White Women

It comes as no surprise when the main plot point becomes obvious in Tex[t]-Mex: Seductive Hallucinations of the "Mexican" in America--that the history of Mexican and Latina/o figuration in the cultural space of the United States is an endless loop of hallucinations, fantasies built around fear of miscegenation, promiscuous female sexual want, etc.  The backstory of xenophobia and nativist pandering from Hitler to Trump is merely a projection of genetic pool anxiety--the caucasian nightmare of swarthy n'ere-do-wells frolicking amidst white women's pudenda!

Weird Tales no doubt fueled these fears--fears that echo loudly with 'birthers' rant about taking back their  country, when anti-miscegenation rage (often fueled just by the sight of a biracial body (thanks Obama) or the sound of a Spanish-language accent) takes center stage. Here's wikipedia (give them some money so they stop acting like PBS around pledge-days) on Weird Tales:

Weird Tales is an American fantasy and horror fiction pulp magazine first published in March 1923. It ceased its original run in September 1954, after 279 issues, but has since been revived. The magazine was set up in Chicago by J. C. Henneberger, an ex-journalist with a taste for the macabre. Edwin Baird was the first editor of the monthly, assisted by Farnsworth Wright.[1] The subgenre pioneered by Weird Tales writers has come to be called "weird fiction". The magazine's office were initially at 450 North Michigan Ave, Chicago, but later moved north to 840 North Michigan Ave.[2] {... more} 

Which brings us to a recent posting from the Golden Age Blog--chock full of telling Weird Tales covers; here, the utter fear/desire for S&M-laced sexuality between endangered caucasian lasses and dark-skinned, violent men explodes off the page with pornish regularity.

Golden Age Comics as Tainted Ethnographies: Yet Even More Pulp Covers that Figure in a Study of Race in America

reposting from 10/9/10 10:48 PM

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Treasure Trove of Pulp Fiction "Africans" and "Mexicans"

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http://www.magazineart.org/

Pulp Fiction: The Ethnic Body as Synecdoche for Sex

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Wow! Mexican Pulp Fiction | via boingboing.net

Click the image above for the motherload.... my faves appear below:

A Treasury of "Mexican" Pulp Fiction Art Wonders

Hit the calavera for more...


all via http://grapefruitmoongallery.com

Black Cat Comics | Classic Pulp Fiction

click here for the entire issue

Touch of Evil, Again (French Movie Poster)

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Latina/o Vixens and Varmints: Another Chapter in the History of "Mexican" Figuration in the Americas

Believe it or not, The She Devil, actually written by pulpmeister 

Robert E. Howard is still available on Amazon! Here's a taste...

Title: She Devil
Author: Robert E. Howard

Outside, where dawn was just dispelling the fog-wisps from the South
Pacific waters, the sea was calm, but a typhoon was raging in the
cabin of the Saucy Wench. Most of the thunder was supplied by Captain
Harrigan--vociferous oratory, charged with brimstone and sulphur,
punctuated with resounding bangs of a hairy fist on the table across
which he was bellowing damnation and destruction at Raquel O'Shane,
who screamed back at him. Between them they were making so much noise
they did not hear the sudden shouting that burst forth on deck.

"Shut up!" bawled the captain. He was broad as a door and his
undershirt revealed a chest and arms muscled and hairy as an ape's. A
growth of whiskers bristled his jaws, and his eyes blazed. He was a
spectacle to daunt any woman, even if she had not known him as Bully
Harrigan, smuggler, blackbirder, pearl-thief and pirate, when
opportunity offered itself.

"Shut up!" he repeated. "One more yap out of you, you Spanish-Irish
gutter-snipe, and I'll bend one on your jaw!"

Being a man of primal impulses, he demonstrated his meaning by a
fervent swipe of a mallet-like fist, which Raquel dodged with the
agility of much practice. She was slim and supple, with foamy black
hair, dark eyes that blazed with deviltry, and an ivory-tinted skin,
heritage of her mixed Celtic-Latin blood, that made men's heads swim
at first sight. Her figure agitated by her movements, was a poem of
breath-taking grace.

"Pig!" she screamed. "Don't you dare lay a finger on me!" This was
purely rhetorical; Harrigan had laid a finger on her more than once
during the past weeks, to say nothing of whole fists, belaying pins,
and rope's ends. But she was still untamed.

She too banged the table and cursed in three languages.

"You've treated me like a dog all the way from Brisbane!" she raged.
"Getting tired of me, are you, after taking me away from a good job in
San Francisco--"

"I took you--" The enormity of the accusation choked the captain.
"Why, you Barbary Coast hussy, the first time I ever saw you was that
night you climbed aboard as we were pullin' out and begged me on your
blasted knees to take you to sea and save you from the cops, account
of your knifin' a Wop in that Water Street honky-tonk where you were
workin', you--"

"Don't you call me that!" she shrieked, doing a war-dance. "All I did
in that joint was dance! And I've played square with you, and now--"
{emphasis added}.

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Restored! Naked in Black and White | from 2006 @ SDSU

When I resigned as Chair of SDSU English and Comparative Literature back in October 2009, I also relinquished (was yanked from) day-to-day duties as webmaster of the department; the result was that close to 20 years of webmastering was flushed down the toilet as a crew of little-engines-that-couldn't took over the site (before/after) and re-architected/remodeled me off the internets. Slowly but surely, I am bringing some of those sites back.  Here's one I really enjoyed from the summer of 2006, a course on film noir and pulp fiction done all in black and white.  Click the image on the right for the noir/pulp site.

Here's me working on my websites:

"Mexican" "Gaucho" "Spanish", What-have-you, Bandit!, circa 1932

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Feral House: Mexican Pulp Art

Just enough time this morning to send right out of here to Feral House, an indy, alternative book publisher in Los Angeles that has an eclectic stable of texts--including this one on Mexican pulp art that has to be seen to be relished! The provided .pdf pages are worth the price of downloading--gratis!