Fragments of Noir

Thursday, 1 May 2014

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

Franz Kafka

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Harold Feinstein

1969

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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