Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 26 April 2012

She looked playful and eager, but not quite sure of herself, like a new kitten in a house where they don't care much about kittens.

The Lady in the Lake

Raymond Chandler

1943

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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