Fragments of Noir

Monday, 28 October 2013

Lost to Nightfall

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

Daniel Woodrell

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Ricard Terre
1957
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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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Monday, 28 October 2013

Lost to Nightfall

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