One day last fortnight the New York Times decided to consider the pulp fiction press on its editorial page. Adjusting its pince-nez for a downward glance, the lordly Times contemplated "another publishing world, little known and certainly officially unrecognized, in which volume of production is more important than literary quality."
Observed the Times: "Fiction writers . . . are harried and spurred to turn in their thousands of words a month. They receive, perhaps, an order for a novelette of 20,000 words involving a scene 'illustrated by front cover enclosed herewith.' Invention...
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