A little bit about Black Cats...
If ever there were an ebay item I had to have......and have it I will, within the next few days in fact...
If the obvious associations between Black Cat Burlesque and Salem were not enough to mark this as destined to be MINE, I just finished redecorating the bedroom in that same black and red in a Black Cat theme (mostly inspired by the 1934 Lugosi Karloff movie "The Black Cat" which is my favorite Universal horror movie, the first film I ever watched with Mister Reusch and where BCB got it's namesake, but also featuring my ever growing collection of black cat ephemera ). Pictures will be forthcoming once I get the original Black Cat movie poster I bought mounted and hung and this newest gem properly displayed.
I also just found out that Boston has a history with black cats that don't strip out of monster suits: there was a popular literary magazine published out Boston at the turn of the century called Black Cat Magazine. They had some nifty covers that will hopefully be adorning the bedroom wall sometime soon.
I was even more tickled to discover a spicy little tidbit in Sin-A-Rama:Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the Sixties. Barney Rosset named his Grove Press imprint dedicated to Victorian erotica "Black Cat Paperbacks", which was the first to make this sort of content openly available to the mass market way back in the late 50's/early 60's. Rosset was the American publisher of Lady Chatterly's Lover , who in 1959, was the first to successfully challenge the obscenity laws of the Postmaster in regards to Lawrence's novel.. He then blew the doors off of government censorship of erotica by his successful legal defense of the distribution of Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer, thus opening up the American publishing world to legal distribution of books with sexually explicit content and was integral in kickstarting the softcore paperback revolution of the sixties. Yay for dirty books!
Oh, and apparently if black cats come in threes, they are actually good luck.
Black Cats...they're not just for Halloween anymore....and yes, I've spent an awful lot of my time recuperating from my Las Vegas respiratory infection looking up fairly useless information rather than doing all my intended project work of the summer.
If the obvious associations between Black Cat Burlesque and Salem were not enough to mark this as destined to be MINE, I just finished redecorating the bedroom in that same black and red in a Black Cat theme (mostly inspired by the 1934 Lugosi Karloff movie "The Black Cat" which is my favorite Universal horror movie, the first film I ever watched with Mister Reusch and where BCB got it's namesake, but also featuring my ever growing collection of black cat ephemera ). Pictures will be forthcoming once I get the original Black Cat movie poster I bought mounted and hung and this newest gem properly displayed.
I also just found out that Boston has a history with black cats that don't strip out of monster suits: there was a popular literary magazine published out Boston at the turn of the century called Black Cat Magazine. They had some nifty covers that will hopefully be adorning the bedroom wall sometime soon.
I was even more tickled to discover a spicy little tidbit in Sin-A-Rama:Sleaze Sex Paperbacks of the Sixties. Barney Rosset named his Grove Press imprint dedicated to Victorian erotica "Black Cat Paperbacks", which was the first to make this sort of content openly available to the mass market way back in the late 50's/early 60's. Rosset was the American publisher of Lady Chatterly's Lover , who in 1959, was the first to successfully challenge the obscenity laws of the Postmaster in regards to Lawrence's novel.. He then blew the doors off of government censorship of erotica by his successful legal defense of the distribution of Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer, thus opening up the American publishing world to legal distribution of books with sexually explicit content and was integral in kickstarting the softcore paperback revolution of the sixties. Yay for dirty books!
Oh, and apparently if black cats come in threes, they are actually good luck.
Black Cats...they're not just for Halloween anymore....and yes, I've spent an awful lot of my time recuperating from my Las Vegas respiratory infection looking up fairly useless information rather than doing all my intended project work of the summer.