Sam Spade only appeared in one novel. But he left his mark, with the help of the Hollywood legend who portrayed him.
The archetype can be traced back to 1920s detective fiction, when gruff, gun-toting, cigarette-smoking mavericks became heroic figures.
Mid-20th century pulp fiction was trashy, tasteless, exploitative and lurid. There’s a lot there to love. You might read pulp as a cultural Freudian slip, loony bulletins from the collective Id.
The New York Pop artist who turned dots into icons died 20 years ago.