I think you know by now that we in the Psychogourmet Test Kitchen are pulp-positive. In the world of pulp, the drinks are stronger, the food is bloodier (though often irrelevant), the men are tough, and the women are tougher. And here’s a small sampling of some pulp covers featuring a cocktail or two.
This first one may be just a little too subtle –
There doesn’t seem to be much of anything in that shaker. Yes, gin is clear and ice is translucent, yet somehow that doesn’t look like a shaker with a cocktail in it. However, the martini glass we like. We always say that 2 small cold martinis are better than a single large one that gets warm by the time you’re halfway through it.
I’m also a bit concerned that this is a novel of the suburbs. That doesn’t look like any suburban bar I’ve ever seen, though it is, of course, fictional.
This one I like:
– a hint of racial harmony, a guy with a gun, and a spilled drink which is obviously not a martini – a Manhattan perhaps? But I do wish the artist was a bit better at depicting feet and shoes.
Now, who doesn’t like to test sins?
A good-looking martini in the foreground but what exactly is she doing with the one in the back – cooling her fevered brow? I suppose so, but given the lack of clothing (except for high heeled mules) you wouldn’t think she’d need it. Still, I suppose sins can get you all hot and bothered.
And here’s another guy doing some brow-cooling on a cover that strikes me as just about unbeatable.
I like that the martinis are in a pitcher rather than a shaker. That’s so old school – although not, if you ask me, the best way to make a martini. The steak of course is a winner and I’m intrigued by whatever it is the gal doing with that martini glass in her bosom. I like it, but is it even possible?
Forget it Geoff, it’s pulp town.