Those of you who have been following Pulp Literature from its inception may have noticed a certain malty, hoppy flavour hereabouts. It seems only right, therefore, that we play the part of good cicerones and offer you beer pairings to go with the fare in our first issue.
Where the Angels Wait by CC Humphreys. Without a doubt the beer to quaff with this one is a cerveza, pronounced “thairvaitha”, and not from one of those ubiquitous bottles you find all over the liquor store shelves. No, you need an Alhambra, served cold while you take refuge from the merciless Spanish sun in the shade of an orange tree. Take care, though. This one goes down so smooth you won’t notice you’re drunk till you stand and try to walk away.
Stella Ryman and the Case of the Third Option by Mel Anastasiou. When drinking with Stella it doesn’t do to put on airs. You’ll want a no-nonsense beer. Nothing hoppy, nothing chilled, and certainly nothing with fruit in it. A decent pint of ESB will do nicely, hand-drawn from a cask, if you please.
Only the Loons Know by SL Nickerson. After the apocalypse it’ll be good to know university students. They, if no-one else, will be back to making beer in no time. The eclectic bunch of survivors will all have their own far-flung cultural ingredients to add to the mix, but whatever comes out of the vat will be quintessentially Canadian. One only hopes they don’t use Lake Ontario water.
Of Siege and Sword by Tyner Gillies. This is one you’ll want to drink with the lads. Lager, and lots of it.
Glass Curtain by Sue Pieters. Sophisticated, mature and bittersweet. What better to match the floral overtones, the old- and new-world sensibilities, and the lingering poignant flavour of this story than a Westcoast IPA?
The Mechanics by Angela Melick. A different kind of dystopia needs a different kind of beer. We recommend a Japanese can. Whether it’s super-dry or malty is your choice, but make sure it’s from a vending machine.
Allaigna’s Song: Overture by JM Landels. Allaigna is underage, so only give her small beer, well watered. Lauresa has exotic tastes and will drink something different every time: frambozen, wheat ale, kriek … surprise her. But if you’re going to sit in a smoky tavern with Irdaign and hear the future told, you’ll need a well-aged stout to stiffen your spine.