Ah, those wonderful pulps
I grew up in the 1930s reading a couple of pulps every week. On top of that I read every book in the mystery section of the East Akron Branch Library along with many mainstream novels. I had excellent guidance on the latter because I was encouraged to read Hemingway, Steinbeck, Fitzgerald, Dos Passos, Bromfield, Tarkington and Upton Sinclair. That was all the teaching I ever had on the subject of writing.
Goulart's book includes interviews with a number of well-known pulp writers. Frederick Nebel told of the night he and Dashiell Hammett huddled together under an umbrella while walking from 37th Street to Grand Central Station on a cloudless, starlit night. There they checked the umbrella, insisting it be kept open, while they visited the Oyster Bar. They then returned to 37th Street under the umbrella to see if anyone would notice. No one did. That's one of the great features of New York, no one minds a bit if you act eccentric.
The standard rate paid by the pulps was a penny a word. Late one afternoon an editor discovered he was short a 5,000 word story for his mystery magazine that was to go to press the next morning. He called one of his regular writers and offered three cents a word if he could get a story to him by 9 a.m. The writer agreed, but intended to spend the evening in a bar so he called a friend and offered him two and a half cents. Same story and another friend agreed to do the job for two cents. I don't know if it went farther than that but the editor had his story and at least three writers made a little money.
Leo Margulies, who later founded Mike Shayne Mystery Magazine, ran a number of pulps and insisted the first word be "Thrilling" on every title. He even had Thrilling Love. Margulies was dead when I started writing for Shayne in 1979 but he was still listed as the founder on the title page. That and talking to a few old pulp writers are my only tenuous connections to that wonderful era for writers. One of those I talked to was Walter Gibson, who wrote The Shadow stories. During a long evening in a bar all he wanted to discuss was magic. He had once worked with Houdini and Blackstone so the Shadow was far down on his list of interests. I learned a few tricks, since forgotten, but not much about writing.