I’m fond of Westerns and as I’m overly fond of saying they’re the root of most of today’s action genres. Edgar Rice Burroughs was one of the grandaddies of sci-fi and his books gave their heroes a space helmet instead of a stetson; other than Tarzan who was hatless except when Cheetah sat on his head.
This week’s pulp cover takes that whole mixed hat thing to it’s logical extreme:
The guys chained in back have exactly the same posture as people walking down the street staring at their cellphones.
He’s Harvey Birdman. God, I miss that show.
“I haven’t seen my wife in months. She’s probably with Harvey Birdman. Or better yet, with another woman.”
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Can’t use Sioux, Ad! The NCAA will COME AFTER YOU.
That cover is just unreal. And awesomely delicious in a warped way.
The description of the book inthe reviews at Amazon make it seem like a pretty good YA space novel.
Wow, I had some of those Ace double novel paperbacks given to me by an older cousin when I was a kid. You flipped them over lengthwise and there was another front cover and novel upside down to the first.
I still have my copy of this. Her best in this period was Sargasso of Space and The Crossroads of time.