Joe Lansdale is probably the closest thing around nowadays to a classic pulp writer. He's able to bounce around seamlessly between genres while never losing his distinctive East Texan voice. This week I read two by him.
Sunset and Sawdust was a great western tinged mystery that started during a cyclone and ended in a plague of locusts. Then there was Conan and the Songs of the Dead, a fairly faithful to Robert E. Howard graphic novel illustrated by the great Tim Truman.