I collect vintage paperbacks to read, first and foremost - there were some amazing writers churning out pulp noir paperback originals in the 50's. And there's just something about reading a copy that once graced a spinner rack in a 50's drugstore - it really puts you in the mood, so much more than reading a modern printing.
Maybe it's just second hand nostalgia. As a kid, we always had old paperbacks around the house - my parents would buy them at used bookstores, usually stocking up during the summer holidays. Creases, peeling cellophane, and covers that looked so fascinatingly grown-up to me as a kid... these vintage paperbacks continue to cast a powerful spell on me.
So here's a few more:
Fredric Brown mystery with a serial killer on the loose in Chicago, and a reporter hero who drags himself out of the gutter to solve the case.
Another Frederic Brown classic, another unforgettable title.
This was one I remembered vividly from my parents' bookshelf. With that striking cover image, it reeked of smoldering secret stuff. Even though it looks like just another Peyton Place potboiler, it packs a punch with its last chapters getting into the mind of a twisted young hoodlum.
Anyone know who did that cover?