Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 8 March 2012

She was playing a game with us and her own mind, i thought, performing dangerous stunts on the cliff edge of reality, daring the long cloudy fall.

The Chill

1964

Ross MacDonald

fragments of noir: 'It was one of those hot dry Santa Annas that come down thru the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge. ............ Red Wind- Raymond Chandler

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