....... Hammett and Chandler wrote of death but the novels and short stories of Woolrich were death. In all of it's delicacy and grace, it's fragile beauty as well as it's finality.
Most of his plots made no objective sense. Woolrich was writing at the cutting edge of his time. Twenty years later his vision would attract a Truffaut whose own influences had been the philosophy of Sartre, the French Nouvelle Vague, the central conception that nothing really mattered. At all. But the the suffering. Ah, that mattered.
Barry N. Malzberg
Centipede Press
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