Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Saturday, 16 April 2016
The killer at the window
Remember the time when I used to upload a cover from pulp magazine Detective Tales and comment on it? I used to do it once every month or so. Well, I haven't done it since Fenruary 2014. I thought that I would try to revive the monthly tradition. This cover, from the April 1953 issue, I have actually uploaded before, in April 2008. So it is the first time I reuse an image from Detective Tales, but back then I had not commented on it much (I had written a quick post in the library as the internet had stopped working at home). It is maybe my favourite DT cover ever. It is so simple: one marskman looking at what may be his victim from the darkness of his room. The man in the street might be a bodyguard of the killer's true victim, a private eye, a man of importance, he might even only be a bystander. The marksman is nothing more than an extension of his weapon which takes center stage. The atmosphere is sinister and ominous. I mentioned before that I always wanted to write a story based on that image. I still do.