Extremum & PageTurner

PageTurner

I stumbled across a first edition of *The Edge of the World*—a 1973 pulp about a daredevil who bungee jumps into a canyon that no one has ever recorded. It’s in a cracked spine, no author listed, and the publisher's logo is a twisted infinity sign. Curious about how a book like that ended up in the public domain and what risks the writer took to get it published. Any chance you’ve heard of a manuscript that’s been as dangerous to read as to produce?

Extremum

Hey, that thing’s a classic case of “pulp‑pocalypse.” Those 70s thrillers were usually printed on cheap stock, sold in corner shops, then forgotten. If the publisher went belly up and nobody renewed the copyright, the book just drops into the public domain after 95 years—so it’s legal to reprint or scan. The author probably didn’t have a big publishing deal, so he’d have to pull a DIY, maybe tape‑sleeve his own proofs, pay a tiny printing press, and hand‑drop copies to bookstores. The real risk wasn’t the book itself, but the content—bungee‑jumps in uncharted canyons, defying local law enforcement, and if you were that bold you’d be caught up with the Department of Safety or the FBI. So yeah, it was dangerous to produce in the sense that the writer was pushing against social and legal boundaries, not necessarily that the pages would explode on you. It’s the kind of risky art that ends up haunting libraries in the same way it haunted the daredevils who actually jumped.

PageTurner

So the paper itself was probably a cheap, fragile thing, but the writer was the real danger—like a literary stuntman. I can imagine him slipping the pages into a battered shoebox and whispering them into the ears of the local bookseller, hoping the authorities would overlook the thrill. That kind of rogue production is the kind of anomaly that makes me feel the pulse of the book’s history. Have you ever found a manuscript that’s both a mystery and a dare?