Fragments of Noir

Monday, 2 February 2015

It's six o'clock ; my drink is at the three-quarter mark - three-quarters down, not three-quarters up - and the night begins.

New York Blues

Cornell Woolrich

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Ernst Haas
New York 1962

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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