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The Mushroom Jungle

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Immediately following World War II, there was a boom in England, as a swarm of hungry writers and publishers, inspired by the success of Peter Cheyney and James Hadley Chase, sprang up seemingly overnight to meet the British public’s apparently insatiable demand for “American-style” hard-boiled fiction. Steve Holland pretty much nailed the definition of this British publishing phenomenon to the door, dubbing it the  “mushroom jungle” in the 1993 non-fiction book of the same name. He defined it as:

“… the many small publishers who sprang up in the days of paper rationing to slake the public’s thirst for reading matter, usually with cheaply produced paperback novels. The term was used by contemporary writers to describe the fly-by-night antics of some of those publishers, whom one writer described as the ‘here today, gone tomorrow’ variety.

And a jungle it was, with writers (under a barrage of pen names) pounding out the pulp at a breakneck pace, as an army of publishers, many of them fly-by-night operations with dubious finances, flooded the bookstalls with cheap paperbacks (and some hardcovers) that rarely exceeded 150 or so pages (128 seems to be the standard), most of them boasting colourfully cheesy, garish covers.

And the contents? While there were westerns and romances and a myriad of other genres represented, by far the most dominant genre was thrillers–the so-called “gangster novels.” Gloriously pulpy, “American-style” crime and detective novels–earnestly rendered depictions of a post-war England or, often, a mobster-ridden America that the Brits just couldn’t seem to get enough of, written by mostly British authors who’d never been to west of Liverpool. They were gloriously pulpy affairs, quickly written and quickly printed, hastily edited and dripping with violence and (mostly suggested) sex, second or third-hand James Hadley Chase, which in turn were second or third-hand Chandler and Hammett and Cain.

So… utterly disposable trash, right? And yet the fondness with which they are now regarded far outweighs any literary merit, and the surviving copies of these books now go for very high prices on the collectors market, prized as much (or more) for their garish, salacious covers as for their contents.

Not that the contents should be dismissed… As Canadian scholar and Mushroom aficionado John Fraser puts it:

“As someone who dislikes formulaic noir pessimism and the assumption that if something’s depressive it must therefore be truth-telling art, I’m struck by how undepressive, during those grey, depressing post-war years in a nearly bankrupt Britain, the great majority of the jungle books that I’ve gone through are.

It isn’t really so surprising that there were so many of them and that they were so popular. They were entertaining.”

Because of the fleeting nature of these books, barely held together booklets regarded (and usually treated) as trash, the few that have survived can command outrageous prices on the collectors market, although it seems that in most cases the books are prized more for their covers than their contents.

The following are some of the possibly hundreds of private eyes who appeared in what could fairly be considered the “mushroom jungle” (there is still considerable debate about whether hardcovers should be included, for example, or whether the Australian pulp boom of the forties and fifties was part of the same jungle, or a down under cousin). I’m still working on those questions myself…

MUSHROOM JUNGLE EYES

ABOUT THOSE COVERS

Several artists and illustrators became inextricably linked with the mushroom jungle, most notably Reginald Heade, whose steamy, suggestive covers adorned the bestselling books of Hank Janson. Other illustrators associated with the era include John PollackRon Turner, Denis McLoughlin, James McConnell, Mick Anglo and Perl.

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FURTHER INVESTIGATION

Respectfully submitted by Kevin Burton Smith.

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