The Pulps
In my Khan research, I’m currently looking for Punjabi historical fiction. I tried What the Body Remembers by Shauna Singh Baldwin but found the feminism too jarring, out of place, and annoying to read the entire novel. I found an on-line translation of Sundri by Bhai Vir Singh at sikh.net. [Warning: the story is incomplete, though there’s more than enough there to get the idea.] As pulp, it’s a great read, but for historical flavor it leaves much to be desired.
I have a weakness for pulp fiction, especially Edgar Rice Burroughs. There’s something about all the fighting and damsels in distress and romantic misunderstandings that never fails to grab my attention. Yes, it’s cliched and repetitive and unrealistic, but I like it. Someday I hope to write my own.