Extrait :
One thing you need to know about FFM, in order to properly appreciate the story that follows, is that it was a supremely ugly magazine. Its format was the classic pulp one: that is, 7 x 10, printed in squinchy type on cheap off-white paper, with ragged untrimmed edges that shed little bits all over you. The name of the magazine was announced in huge red letters against the background of an exploding yellow starburst, and the cover paintings invariably showed some barely clad young lady in the grip of a ferocious monster or a rapacious robot....