![]() ![]() While Brubaker’s narrative characterises Max so well, Phillips elevates him via the stooped pose, the sorrow we see in his eyes and the intuitive use of light and shade. He’s also of an age where heart attacks aren’t entirely unexpected. He’s of an age where he’s had time to reflect on his life, regret the mistakes he’s made, and have a certainty about what he wants. The difference between Max and other writers of pulp Westerns, though, is that back in the 1890s he actually lived the life, riding with an outlaw gang hunted by the Pinkertons, and he funnels that authenticity into his stories. We meet him as an elderly man in the 1930s, being told the pulp magazine he writes for is dropping his word rate. If they can genuinely improve on it, then congratulations, they’ve made the grade.įor most of their collaborations Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips present a protagonist rather than a conventional hero, someone who leads a story without necessarily having a moral compass, although Max Winters certainly knows when it’s time to step forward. They should take it all in, then figure out how the story could have been told any better. Any aspiring crime writer might want to take a look at Pulp. ![]()
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